Chapter 214

I tired easily. I gave up easily. I still went back to that mental stream sometimes.

But the mental stream had begun to give way to the dream Gus had created for us. Sometimes I'd roam around the flowers and bushes planted there, or walk among the small fruit orchard on the other side of the rock well. Sometimes I'd walk through the house, planning out the rooms bit by bit. It calmed me, this inane mental exercise, when my heart began to wail its doubts that I could ever be happy; that I had ever had a purpose to be here in the first place; that I might never see my Gus again.