I would go back to my life, the one I had before him. Back to New York, back to working, to traveling. Back to men, too, I suppose. I wasn’t sure exactly how I wanted to handle that part of it. My guess was that it would handle itself. I didn’t plan to be looking for anyone, but I did expect someone to find me. It might take months, or years, or less than a week. However that works out would be fine for me. I was a wiser, stronger woman than I’d been before. I was a different person.