Chapter 12
I stop typing the word “necessary” midway.
I can’t write another letter. I can’t concentrate on work this afternoon. I have twenty more pages to translate for my new employer, but it’ll have to wait.
Outside my living room window, just above my desk, snowflakes dance in the wind, and the neighbors’ Christmas lights reflect in the glass, red, white, and green. I think of churches and stained glass. That brings me to Alistair. Again.
It’s so quiet here in my empty apartment. I haven’t seen any of my old friends in weeks. My drinking mates.
Sobriety is my only companion these days.
Sheryl calls, but still treats me like a strange animal she’s not quite sure how to handle anymore. I’ve been working long hours, trying to get my budget back on track. I don’t want to be a thirty-
