Update

So. Tristan came home last night.

I went to work for a two-thirds day while Tristan’s mother went through the bureaucratic nightmare that is bailing out an accused felon. This is, apparently, an all-day affair.

He spent the night at our house. We talked until deep into the night.

This morning, I made breakfast (perish the thought), and we went down to the barber college to get our hair cut. It was as good a day as could be.

He’s back at his mother’s now, sleeping in his own bed, and surrounded by India’s artwork and presence.

I apologise both for being so disjointed and for not providing more information. I haven’t quite processed the emotions yet, and right now I’m fairly exhausted. So many details.

Thank you, everyone, for your support, emotional, spiritual, financial. The support has been truly overwhelming to both me and to Tristan. This is just the start of a long process, but it is made so much easier to face with the outpouring of love that we’ve received.

Thank you.