Dr. Max Hastings
AFTER
Being in here gives a person a lot of time to think. That’s the first thing that really struck me about being incarcerated— how far a day can actually span. How before, when you’re on the outside, time seems elusive. Slipping by. Carrying on. Time moves that way. There’s never enough of it. Not for all the things you want to do. Not for the things you have to do. I think about this a lot, how I was always rushing, rushing, rushing.
Until one day I wasn’t.
Perhaps I should have seen it for what it was. A bad omen. All the signs were there. Really, how could I not have known what was coming?
I can easily recall most of that drive, the vast stretch of sky, the sight of the familiar. Our tree-lined drive, Ellie waiting in the window as I rounded the corner, her litt
