Isabella

It shouldn’t be a surprise that I had a difficult time falling asleep. Once I was upstairs in my room, I called my mother. It was nearly midnight in Kansas City, and the call went to voice mail. I told her I loved her. I stared up at the ceiling. Between the memories of Em’s and my first date and complete shock over the way my world has been turned upside down in the course of a few weeks, sleep was elusive.

This morning, after I showered and dressed for work, I ...