And on the fourth hand, if I had in fact gone through that on my own, I’d probably be recovering in the hospital right now, safe and protected, instead of moldering in ill-fitting sweats and taking stolen medication while hiding out in a dirty motel room. Not exactly the way anyone wants to spend their maternity leave.
I don’t know. I just don’t know.
I’m out of hands twice over and nowhere closer to knowing how to feel about a single thing that’s happened to me in the last twenty-four hours.
Make that the last nine months.
Actually, make that the last few years.
Now that I think about it, it’s been a long time since I felt like I had a grasp on my life.
Maybe I just got good at pretending I was in charge.
Maybe fate has had its hands on the steering wheel the whole damn time.
“Lis
