Go Away Chris
I thought about my mother, who had told me from a hospital bed that the right people showed up before they were asked, and who had told me over the phone from her sitting room that whatever was taken from me, I was not the girl who knelt on a floor in a green dress.
I was not that girl.
I was Ayesha Adams, and I had built the most important parts of my life myself, and they were still standing, and they were still mine, and tomorrow I would wake up in this apartment and make Iris's breakfast and walk ten extra minutes to the gallery in the morning and the day would begin exactly as days were supposed to begin, with the ordinary forward motion of a life that refused to stop being lived.
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