Of course we will see each other on the 10th, early evening, say 4pm?

But darling, what has happened that makes you write to me in such a frightful way? I’m afraid waiting ten days sounds unbearable at this point. I know your schedule is demanding, but write to me often, won’t you? Each day so I know you won’t keep me waiting.

And remember what we’ve talked about. You and I are the same when it comes to these things. So no rash or sudden decisions, yes? Can’t pivot until we find our footing. And you have two left feet, you’re bound to need more time.

Tell me about your day. Perhaps something silly. Here is mine: The other day Julian decided to be inconsolable, sobbing over how I “refused” to turn off the sun so that his pumpkin candle would light up. Spent the rest of the afternoon sitting in his fort with my darkness charm, telling his pumpkin that I’m a monster. The nerve of this little gremlin.

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