“I planned nothing when I woke up.”

That was true.

He pointed at my head.

“It was a joke.”

“No.”

“Evelyn—”

“No.”

For the first time in ten years, I did not explain my no.

PART 13 — I DO NOT THROW HIM OUT THAT NIGHT

The source version of my story would have had me dramatically evicting Julian at eight o’clock.