one.
I sat in the same living room, in the same chair, on another quiet morning.
What I felt was clarity.
Clarity isn’t loud.
It is still.
For the first time in years, I wasn’t waiting for a crisis.
I wasn’t anticipating another call asking me to solve something.
I wasn’t bracing for another problem that somehow belonged to me.
There was simply space.
And in that silence, I realized something.
I didn’t lose my family in seven days.
I stopped pretending I had the kind of family I thought
