Pacing didn't carry the satisfaction it used to. There was a time I could sort things out in my head with a few minutes of back and forth, letting my feet quiet the emotions and my head work out the answers. But I needed more than a few stomping steps these days.

I needed distance.

Not that I got it. Instead, like a moth to a flame, habit taking me, I went home to the house in Wilding Springs all over again. Stood in the ...