“50 Percent” in The Hooghly Review
“First the bookstore, now Allie. Why do I keep fucking everything up?” I ask my husband, Jason, tears threatening at the edges of my eyes.
He puts his arm around me and says, “It’s really been a rough couple of months.”
“It all just hurts.”
In June 2022, I let go of the independent bookstore we had built together for the last five years, a childhood dream my husband helped make a reality. In July 2022, I lost my oldest friend. I could blame Covid for both, but that may not be the entire truth.