That was the man I was becoming.

A phone call I almost did not answer saved me from him.

Christopher is asleep down the hall as I write this, and Rosalie is reading in the next room, and the house is small and full and quiet, and there is nowhere on earth I would rather be, and no contract, at any figure, I would trade for it.

I do not know yet whether Rosalie and I will find our whole way back to each other; that is hers to decide, in her own time, and I have made my peace with earning it slowly or not at all.