My mind stretched like a rubber band plucking the cords that were tied around my soul until I got a hint of her. There was resistance as the vibration rumbled back to me. Even if I did show up to her place, she wasn’t there, and I was almost positive her family would start asking me questions I wasn’t ready to answer.

The only other place I could go was the Golden Goose. At least there I wouldn’t be bombarded with questions or the need to think too much. Still, my thoughts rumbled back over my great-aunt’s words.

What would happen if we cut the cord? Could I live with...