This episode is a return.

To grief.

To silence.

To the shoreline that held me when I couldn’t hold myself.

It’s a story carved across Charlotte, Carbondale, Avonia, and Rochester.

Across eclipses.

Across motherhood.

Across memory.

I speak about Shiv—not as a romance, but as a soul-recognition.

About the stones I collect at Avonia Beach after dropping off my children.

About grief that rides in the passenger seat.

And the moment I stopped trying to be okay

and started building from what was true.

They didn’t forget I was sacred.

I did.

And now—

I remember.