And that, it turns out, is not a thing love is allowed to ask.

When I stepped out of the surgical suite, pulling off my mask, I felt the deep, clean exhaustion of a hard case won.

And then I looked at my phone, and the other exhaustion — the one waiting for me at a venue across the city — came flooding back.

Chapter 4 — Twenty-Six Missed Calls

Twenty-six missed calls glowed on my screen — from Andrew, from Brenda, from my best friend since college, Gemma.

I called Andrew immediately.