And the last piece of the puzzle slots itself in. Suddenly, I can see my future, clear as day. I’m a law clerk, or a teacher, or working in a nonprofit, and Sophie’s a journalist, or a clinical psychologist, or a social media manager, and we have two cats or maybe a dog, and we live in a big city in a tiny apartment with walls completely lined with books and plants, almost all of which are Sophie’s, and we absolutely don’t have our lives figured out, but at least we have each other. Holy shit.
