I start making amends. I call Ada, my ex, and apologize. "For what?" she asks, her voice cautious.
"For everything."
She's silent for a long time. When she finally speaks, it's soft, almost uncertain. "Leon, are you okay?"
I want to say yes. I want to pretend. But what's the point? "I don't think I will be."
I write letters to friends I've wronged, even those I haven't spoken to in years. Some respond, some don't. It doesn't matter. Amara watches me with the wary eyes of someone who's bracing for an impact they can't stop. Jide tries to distract me, but I don't want distractions. I want clarity. And I know what's coming.