(CORRINE)
The last couple of weeks have been stressful. It's been one thing after another. Locke coming back, clearing up our misunderstandings, trying to figure out my next step… It's been hectic, and I haven't had one minute to myself. But with Finn out of the house and Locke having returned to the North to deal with some emergency, I have the chance to sit alone with a bottle of wine and think, grieve the friend I lost, and consider the changes in my life.
I won't ever truly get over the guilt I feel for George's death. But with Locke providing me the means to financially support his family, I am relieved. George's death also opened my eyes to something else, something far more profound: my own mortality. My future. I want a new life with my mate and my son. Suddenly, this house feels like less of a home and more of a temporary abode.
