One last thing — I returned to this poem recently with some clarity.

Back in November, Greg, that guy I’ve been scared of throughout this year, sent this to the family group chat a week or two before I was able to convince Kevin we needed to block his phone number and social media.

He said he saw that in Museum and it made him think of me.I didn’t realize then that, even then, he recognized me in that way — And that recent postcard makes me think he still does.

(And I’m so here for being a powerful Medusa when the moment calls for it!)