Chapter 14
Two years later, the answer changed naturally.
Not because of Lily.
Because Mirelle and I became friends first.
We argued.
Laughed.
Co-parented.
Saw each other sick, tired, irritated, ordinary.
Then one evening she kissed me.
I stared.
“That was irresponsible.”
She laughed.
“Terrifying Mafia boss.”
“Completely compromised.”
We dated.
Slowly.
Separate houses.
No expectation of marriage.
Lily treated it as deeply uninteresting.
May you like
Good.
She cared more whether Friday meant pizza.
