There were very few nights I went to bed content. I felt empty and sad. Most of all, I felt alone.
I pretend loved them all, especially the ones I lost, in that intense, temporary way that we actors love. Those staged lives rerun in my mind, and on television. But when the pretend ended, I didn’t mourn long, as there soon was another reality to believe.
I looked at Randy and a strange idea dawned. “Do you think we can have a meal without any smart phone usage?”