Missy Stone -

She has been single for four years. Not lonely. Single . There’s a difference.

Some nights, she walks to the bridge over the Willamette River. She stands at the railing, watches the water move black and patient beneath her. She thinks about what it would feel like to let go. Not to die—just to stop holding on so tightly .

There are people who move through the world like weather systems—loud, disruptive, impossible to ignore. And then there is Missy Stone.