I figured out how to just live with a story that literally started on freezing wet pavement.
That honestly sounds way simpler than it actually was.
Early on, I checked out people’s faces everywhere I went.
I stared right through city bus windows. I watched moms holding onto their little kids’ hands. I checked out guys in business suits walking across the road and tried to guess if any of them used to know who I was.
Anytime a lady stopped walking anywhere near me, my chest got super tight. I’d think maybe she would gasp out loud. Maybe she would finally say, “Oh, there you are.”
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