Kourtney and the little runner were one and the same. My Chefgirl. I didn’t know what to do with the information but the thought of her out there, running in the dark every morning, alone, made me tense. It wasn’t as if I could appear beside her while she warmed up and expect her to be happy I joined her. So, every morning I watched and waited for her to leave and return. I knew I couldn’t keep doing that, but for the moment, it was the only acceptable course of action I could come up with. She had been busy at work and had come home later than usual, even working on the weekend, and I had missed her company as well as her cooking. The few words we exchanged over the fence, when she would finally arrive, were no longer enough. I missed the soothing sound of her talking and the way her laughter made my chest feel lighter. I missed her. Monday morning, returning to my desk after my usual morning workout, I was surprised to see a message waiting from WhyteElephant on my computer. It was the first time she had reached out and contacted me and I was curious why.
