at the front door.”
A year later, I bought a small apartment in Paris.
Not because I needed somewhere to escape.
Because I genuinely loved waking up to the sound of delivery carts rattling outside and walking downstairs for coffee and fresh bread.
My consulting company had its best year ever.
I slept better.
I laughed more.
And I stopped apologizing for enjoying my own life.
On the anniversary of the Hawaii trip, Lorraine sent me one final message.
“I hope you’re happy.”
I was sitting near the window overlooking
