Jaxen POV
I’d spent days doing the one thing I used to mock other men for: listening to relationship podcasts as my life depended on it.
It started late one night when sleep refused to come.
I put in earbuds and let the voices fill the dark: The Relationship School with Adam Young, Esther Perel’s episodes on desire and rupture, a few long conversations from Where Should We Begin? And a surprisingly practical series by a therapist named Orna Guralnik.
I hadn’t taken genuine notes since college.
The last time I wrote anything by hand that wasn’t a signature on a contract was years ago.
Yet somewhere around three in the morning I sat up, phone light harsh on my face, scratching lines into a black Moleskine I kept meaning to throw away.
Repair requires consistency more than grand gestu
