I Handed My Jacket to a Woman in the Cold, and Two Weeks Later a Velvet Box Turned My World Upside Down

it had bought me something I couldn’t have planned for if I’d tried.

Monday arrived too fast.

I barely slept the night before. When I did drift off, I dreamed of revolving doors that never stopped spinning.

That morning, I dressed carefully, hands steadying as I buttoned my shirt, as if the familiar routine could anchor me. The air outside was still continue reading …