At JFK, I witnessed a woman loudly FaceTiming without headphones while her small dog relieved itself right in the terminal.
As I observed Darcy and Pablo vanish into the bustling streets of Rome, a faint, persistent thought began to occupy my mind. Was her severity truly just anxiety and fatigue? Or was there an underlying narrative she wasn’t ready to disclose, a hidden injury she fiercely protected behind her resilient facade? Occasionally, the individuals who …