My kid sister is sitting in the living room and it's pitch dark. She's got American Horror Story on pause, waiting for silence so she can resume watching.
As I walk by I am gripped with a sudden sadness over having to leave for Montreal again.
"I'm sad."
"Why?"
"I'm always sad."
"That's depressing." She hesitates. "I'm going to pretend like I didn't hear that."
I laugh and leave the room.
