I wake slightly energized, knowing Jakes’s coming home today; it thrills me in ways I never thought possible. I feel like he’s been gone forever. I jump up and shower with renewed happiness, but then the memories of last night return, and thoughts of Chicago damp it down again. I’m not regretting calling my mother, but somehow, in the light of a new day, I regret saying I’m going back there. I know Jake doesn’t quite see my mother in the same positive light he used to, so maybe ...