It felt good to release the emotions I’d pent up. I cried for a while. I slumped onto the shower floor and held my face in my hands and allowed all-consuming sobs to wrack my body. I threw my little tantrum and I wasn’t sure how long it lasted, but I didn’t care.
Eventually, I stood up and finished my shower, as my heart thumped wildly against my rib cage and my jagged breathing gradually steadied.
I took my time toweling off. I brushed through my hair and gently worked out the mess of knots at the base of my skull. I pulled out my blow dryer and I even applied a little bit of makeup. I shimmied into a pair of denim shorts and pulled a comfy T-shirt on over my head. I felt like myself. I felt better, considering.
As the sun began to creep over the horizon, I went out onto the balcony
