She would be gone soon. Back to the smell and taste of fresh bread in the morning. To feeling dirt under her feet as she walked. Having a town square to walk to rather than the aimless, destination-less walking she did now to keep from going crazy. Back to sleeping...

Reaching out is key.

Paul, can I tell you something?

Yeah, course. Just don't call me Paul.

She looked at him, face scrunched in a smile.

So I just texted my cousin, How's the job hunt going? and she said, Not well. I only found like two or three things. But then I...