this morning #1803.
this morning, we were finally able to breathe a sigh of relief. i know that i was, at least. while we were driving to the site, cybil abruptly changed her mind. “ok, guys. i’m not entirely fine.” filled us in through tears. shared that, two mornings ago, she’d received some rather sad news. her partner of a decade, a man who none of us even knew existed, sent her a dear john letter. a dear jane email? either way, when we finish here, she’s returning to a severely different life. severely-diminished. not an unforeseen event but still abrupt. she gave us a brief backstory. then she stopped. smiled. turned to me, composed herself & assured me that she’s still getting the dog i helped her find. then we hugged & she continued with the crying.