I sit in the ladies' restroom on a soft, plush chaise lounge in the washing area. It’s the only place I could get to quickly that was private enough to bring myself back to inner calm. My head is all over the place. This is about more than just Jake. It’s everything. Since the morning after my mother left, I’ve held it all in. Her, my lack of ability to stay in control, the aching loneliness of Jake’s absence, and now seeing him, it’s all too much.  

Maybe it’s time I ...