The Message From My Son That Forced An Impossible Choice – The Archivist

later.

Switzerland

I’m writing this from my small apartment in Lucerne, six months after I disappeared from Rebecca’s life.

The view from my window is of the lake and the mountains beyond. The air is clean. The city is quiet. My days are my own.

I wake when I want. Walk by the lake. Read books. Sit in cafes. Attend concerts. Make friends with other expatriate continue reading …