Weaving culinary delights with an honest, appraising look at how we
deal with the world when it becomes too much, Closer to Okay is the
comfort food we all need in these, well, crazy times.
Kyle Davies is doing fine. She has her routine, after all, ingrained in
her from years of working as a baker: wake up, make breakfast, prep the
dough, make lunch, work the dough, make dinner, bake dessert, go to bed.
Wash, rinse, repeat. It's a good routine. Comforting. Almost enough to
help her forget the scars on her wrist, still healing from when she slit
it a few weeks ago; that she lost her job at the bakery when she checked
herself in as an inpatient at Hope House; then signed away all decisions
about her life, medical care, and wellbeing to Dr. Booth (who may or may
not be a hack). So, yeah, Kyle's doing just fine.
Except that a new item's been added to her daily to-do list recently:
stare out her window at the coffee shop (named, well...The Coffee Shop)
across the street, and its hot owner, Jackson. It's healthy to have eye
candy when you're locked in the psych ward, right? Something low risk to
keep yourself distracted. So when Dr. Booth allows Kyle to leave the
facility--two hours a day to go wherever she wants--she decides to up
the stakes a little more. Why not visit? Why not see what Jackson's like
in person?
Turns out that Jackson's a jerk with a heart of gold, a deadly
combination that Kyle finds herself drawn to more than she should be.
(Aren't we all?) At a time when Dr. Booth delivers near-constant
warnings about the dangers of romantic entanglements, Kyle is pulled
further and further into Jackson's orbit. At first, the feeling of being
truly taken care of is bliss, like floating on a wave. But at a time
when Kyle is barely managing her own problems, she finds herself
suddenly thrown into the deep end of someone else's. Dr. Booth may have
been right after all: falling in love may be the thing that sends Kyle
into a backslide she might never be able to crawl out of. Is Jackson too
much for her to handle? Does love come at the cost of sanity?
