Today's OneWord: Polo
I wore Max's polo shirt to the park, where I met Stacey. She looked more than a little worse for wear. I wondered how long it had been since she had slept for more than four hours, or eaten a solid, nutritious meal, or managed to find at least an hour or so just to relax. As it happened, I had offered to visit her for said "relaxation" time. Now, the more I looked at her, the more I realized just how unsteady she was. "I'm going to leave here as soon as possible," she told me when I sat down on the bench, "and I'm not looking back."