May 17, 2007After reading a few pages of Mike's journal, I was beset with anxiety. It was a hard emotion to place, since nothing had happened in the preceding moments, and nothing appeared in Mike's story to incite that feeling in me. But I had noticed it before, most often when I was alone in Positano. The memories of Gaia flooded back and her absence made my body ache.
I stood from the edge of the bed and shook my head to clear it. Standing still in the middle of the room, I thought back to Mike and Katherine, and how they had shared their love and happiness in the same room where I now shouldered my pain and loss. I gulped with the realization, and nearly wept when I considered the different hands that fate had dealt us. I didn't know Katherine except through Mike's journal entries, bu
