NC Is A Mess; It's My Fault

I should have stayed in Chicago.

To marry later in life is to leap into a novel’s uncharted epilogue, where the ink is wet, the plot untamed, and the stakes thrillingly opaque.

For 22 years, I danced through Chicago’s electric haze—a kaleidoscope of Johnny Walker Black & soda soaked nights, raucous laughter, and urban grit that pulsed through me.

Then, in a reckless burst of fate, I me…