“She’s my person,” I told him. It had been ten weeks now since I’d left Christmas Notch, and I’d spent all of it falling asleep to her old movies and reaching for her every morning. “I love Winnie Baker. And I thought when I found my person, I’d just be overjoyed that they existed and that there actually was someone out there for me. But this fucking hurts, Nolan. I’m terrified that this is how our story ends and the only future out there for me is pizza and being a semi-okay uncle.”
