Why My Late Father Warned Me In A Dream About What I Was Wearing

had just ended in spectacular fashion. I was technically homeless. Half the people at that party probably thought I was unhinged.

But I also felt lighter than I had in months. Years, maybe.

“Yeah,” I said, and I meant it. “I actually am.”

Epilogue: Six Months Later

I’m sitting in my own apartment now—a small one-bedroom in Fremont with good natural light continue reading …