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Chapter 6
6 It wasn’t until the drive home that it came. The idea. Poppy had again drifted off, after making me promise to help her put up the Christmas tree once we got home. Once she started snoring, I figured it was safe to turn off the Christmas music she’d put on and listen to my audiobook again. The narrator was relating the story of Theseus and the Labyrinth of Crete, and as I thought about the labyrinth itself, I began to think of other iconic symbols in mythology. Celtic knots and crosses and triskelions and spirals. And then I thought only about spirals as I drove down the wet but mostly empty highway, and then it came to me why I struggled with jealousy over Anton, even though I’d let go of my jealousy over Sterling. Life is a spiral. As long as we lived, we would keep moving forwar
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