“Ah, yes, Winter, meet my protégé Theo Silva. Theo, meet Doctor Winter Hamilton, my future sister-in-la—” “Winter Valentine,” she interrupts him with a stiff correction. “For now,” I add, winking at her. Because now that I know who she is, I don’t feel so bad about making my play. I know who her husband is. And I already know I don’t give a fuck about that guy. I already know Winter can do better. And I’m a lot better, whether she realizes it yet or not.
