It’s been 13 weeks since the worst night of my life, Russ. I’m trying. I really am. Because I know that’s what you want me to do. Worked on our shields today. Cried some. I keep thinking about how after
12 weeks.
About Two Years, and Ten Weeks.
We should be having dinner together tonight, Russ. We should be celebrating. I know you would have taken an extra vacation day so we could do something together, because this is our second anniversary. And last year this time you