Another two weeks crawled by in a slow, heavy blur. I was tired all the time but could not sleep properly at night. Food lost its appeal almost entirely and my mood shifted into something grey and flat that I could not shake no matter what I tried. Sean had taken on more duties with Phoenix away, which meant our one on one training sessions had stopped. They left me to work out on my own, but most days I could not find the motivation to do even that. The only days I managed to push myself were the full pack training days, Wednesdays and Saturdays.
Molly came round to see me most evenings after she finished work. She had taken up a full time position at a local clothes store that both sold and repaired garments, and she was actually a surprisingly good seamstress. Those evening visits became one of the few things I genuinely looked forward to. But outside of that, the loneliness settled in deep and heavy on the days in between.
