Prologue
I didn't know what kind of rut I was in half a year ago. I didn't know because I had made it my home. I was comfortable there. I had a steady job at an accounting firm, a decent apartment in the inner city, and my apartment companion, a Papillion by the name of Chloë. Although I lived alone, I was never lonely. My job kept me too busy, so I never got bored. My parents and sister didn't live far, so visiting them was relatively easy.
So the rut was pretty comfortable. I call it a rut because, although I didn't know it at the time, my life wasn't going to go anywhere. I would have stayed in that same accounting firm and apartment until I died. It wouldn't have bothered me, either. But there was one person who pulled me out of that rut, who changed the forecast of my life. I owe it to him.