I packed one suitcase.
And I left.
My children thought I had lost my mind.
Maybe, in a small way, I had.
But perhaps you have to be a little unreasonable to finally choose yourself after spending sixty-nine years choosing everyone else.
Australia was my fourth stop.
And I had no idea that it would be the place where the past would find me.
Or that it would introduce me to a future I had never imagined.
The invitation came on a Tuesday afternoon.
“Coffee?” Arthur had asked.
It sounded innocent enough.
I had no reason to believe that walking into his living room would change the way I understood the last twenty years of my life.
I remember the exact time.
2:17 in the afternoon.
The sunlight was falling through the windows, turning little pieces of dust into gold.
Arthur opened the door with his usual crooked smile.
“Come in. I promise the coffee is drinkable.”
