Together, they demanded attention.
I do not blame the woman I was for failing to solve a crime before she
knew one existed.
That is another lesson therapy gave me.
Hindsight is not evidence that you should have known.
It is simply knowledge arriving late.
What matters is what you do when it arrives.
I listened.
I asked questions.
I let professionals do their jobs.
I stopped protecting Gregory from consequences.
I protected my company.
I protected my body.
Most importantly, I stopped confusing love with a requirement to ignore
what frightened me.
Today, when I walk into Vanguard, I still pass the first drafting table
I bought twelve years before the hospital.
It is scratched.
Too small.
Completely outdated.
I keep it anyway.
Not as a symbol of Gregory.
As a reminder of what existed before him.
My work.
My judgment.
My name.
My life.
Gregory once whispered that the irony was that I had spent my whole life
