Julia

Van handed me the wine glass he’d just refilled as a fire crackled in the fireplace before us. We’d spent the weekend isolated in the master bedroom suite and as Sunday came to a close, I wanted to rewrite the calendar, rearrange the days, and suspend the rotation of the earth. In the span of forty-eight hours, I’d officially become a recluse.

Leaving the world behind wasn’t anything like I thought it would be.

It was the ...