(OM) 11. Apologies Never to be Given

[kia_holtz]

Whom do you owe an apology?

Her name was Melissa Keres.

She was my manager, my amanuensis, my right hand, my friend. She handled all the promotions, presentations, accounts and other business arrangements for my scent design firm, freeing me to create. She had a husband and a six-year-old son. She was thirty-three years old.

Comments

[altitudeandwine]

Oh, the external coincidences, the unforeseeable consequences of the stupidest timing hicks.
No need to apologize for karma.

[kia_holtz]

*soft, pensive voice* My head knows that, but the rest of me isn't as easily convinced. Survivor's guilt, I guess.