Chapter 14
Seraphine visited Thomas’s grave.
I went only because she asked.
She brought white roses.
I stood far enough away.
Later she said:
“You’re jealous.”
“No.”
“You are.”
“Of a dead teacher?”
She smiled.
“Terrifying Mafia boss.”
Annoying.
Maybe a little.
Not because she loved him.
Because he knew eleven years of her I never would.
Then I corrected myself.
I knew eleven years he never would either.
We were not competing.
Lives overlap.
May you like
They do not rank.
That realization was strangely peaceful.
