One swift kick. The frustration of the last ten months had come to a head and with all the patience of a 3-year-old, I took it out on the side of the tub with one quick kick. Tubs are unforgiving. My ankle began to swell with shades of blue and purple and soon I couldn’t bear any weight on that foot. For the next two days, I hopped and hobbled around, painfully aware that my heart needed fixing more than my ankle. I’d been wandering a wilderness of isolation and waiting after we moved from a town I loved to
