I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to go back to the beach again. Now I suffer from a new PTS disorder. Like I need another one! Kirkin’s dead and he’s still haunting me. Who else would bequeath to me an organized crime syndicate? I don’t know whether to laugh hysterically or cry. What was he thinking?
But I would do it all again because it made my Kensilina laugh for the first time in ages. Pure music to my ears.
So many changes this year, wow, I can’t even encompass it all. I wonder what’s next? Will we be parents? Will we adopt instead? Do I take over Kirkin’s operation? (Only kidding!). I really don’t care what all comes next as long as we do it together.