Jun 5, 2020
5 min read
A Year to Find Myself
Sometimes we lose more than just our way.
It was the middle of the night, and I was sitting on the patio in the dark. Pressing the phone to my ear with one hand, I held a cigarette in the other. My eyes watched the glowing amber end, the only light anywhere around besides the stars above me.
The voice on the other end of the line was a man I thought I knew. A man I thought…
