“You’re welcome, now stop talking about your boyfriends, I thought we already covered that your new husband is a psycho,” I joke, aiming to lift the mood, and finally she laughs, turning away from me. “Goodnight, Mr. Peters,” she sighs into the dark, as I stare up at the ceiling, still not believing we are here right now. Yet still I smile as I reply, “Goodnight, Mrs. Peters.”
