You aren’t a typical person, Isolde,” Mark said as we reached the landing. “But it’s hard not to look at other people living their normal, messy lives and wonder what it would be like. To be one of them.” It was so like my thoughts that day in the library that I wasn’t sure how to answer. It either meant Mark was incredibly perceptive, or that he and I shared this normality-nostalgia in common. I wasn’t sure what unsettled me more.
