Tyler
Surreal, I think, is the only word that really does justice to the past few weeks. I thought I knew the direction our lives were going. We had a life we were building together. But none of that matters anymore. That life, the way things were before, it feels like a distant memory.
I thought I was prepared for this. For what it would be like if she came home. I thought I was ready. I mean, I prayed for this outcome every day. How could I not be ready? But nothing could have prepared me for the feeling of her squeezing my hand so tightly I was afraid she might break it. Nothing could have prepared me for the sound of her sobbing in my chest, the way she panics at the thought of letting go. Nothing could have prepared me for the sight of her being interrogated by the police. Or for ho
