The Third Seat
I thanked her and went to work and designed a client’s kitchen as though the floor of my own life were not tilting under me.
That week of waiting taught me something about myself I hadn’t known.
I had expected to fall apart — to spend the days useless, checking my phone, spiraling.
Instead I worked.
I finished the kitchen, took two new consultations, and slept, mostly.
It frightened me a little, how functional I was.