Stanley

I wake up the morning after sleeping with Frida, feeling a jumble of emotions.

For years, I had convinced myself that I wasn’t ready to be with another person after what happened to Molly. But now that I have taken the plunge, I feel that I have let go of my fears. Things will be different with Frida.

I try to shake off the lingering feelings of dread as I look over at Frida, still soundly asleep. Her long hair is splayed across the pillow, and her soft breathing fills the room. ...