Go Away Chris
I was still going.
And in three months, when the last document was signed, I would be going as Ayesha Adams in the fullest and most unencumbered sense, with a daughter who was two years old and opinionated about building blocks, a gallery that was doing something real in the world, a mother who saw her clearly, a friend in Diana who said difficult true things, a friend in Mara who followed through, and a man named Ken who sat on the floor with her daughter and followed instructions without diminishment.
That was more than enough to build the next thing from.