Good morning. I wrote to Harmony at ten o-one.

Then cried into my coffee. I instantly wanted to take back everything I’d said the night before.

[drawing]tissues[/drawing]

They texted me back at noon.

            Taking some time. Love.

When Sammy returned, I was a mess. Tissues everywhere.

“Baby girl, what’s goin on? What happened?” She asked, dropping onto the bed with me.

“I think… I think… I accidentally… I don’t know. Then Harmony left… I was just trying to fix things…”

I bawled.

Sammy hugged me, her big arms moist from the rain, and my tears. And probably some snot, but she didn’t seem to care.

“Whatever’s going on, I’m here for you. Anything you need.” She said.

“Thanks.” I sniffled.

“Do you want to watch something on TV?”

I nodded.

She carried me to the couch and hit play on whatever she’d been watching last. It looked like a murder mystery, but I was missing context and fell asleep before it revealed itself.