It had been three days since we got back to L.A. Three long, dragging, miserable days. And I hadn't been the same.

I’d tried everything to keep myself sane. Morning runs that left me breathless. Solo dates where I dressed up just to sit alone in a restaurant booth, pretending the silence beside me was someone else's voice. Late night walks through parks, watching strangers laugh and argue, just to convince myself the world was still spinning.

I kept moving, thinking if I kept my body busy, ...