The Unseen Secret Behind Joy V.’s Enigmatic Lightkeeping Journey Revealed
“I’m so ashamed.” He slurred it in between sobs. He caught his breath, only to fall apart again as he hugged me harder. “I’m a drunk. I live in squalor.”
“It’s OK, baby,” I said, my mind reflexively answering as if he were my daughter and I needed to comfort her. My entire body shook: What the hell had happened?
After the long, terrifying hug, I asked to come inside. There was no clean or open place to sit. The living room couch was blanketed in cat hair, but I tried to sweep some of it away and sat down. A live bird-feeder camera streamed on the TV.
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