Lucy asked me what I deserve and maybe this is it. Maybe this is exactly what I’m meant for. This chair in this kitchen in this house that I do not own. In a place I do not belong. With friends who are my sister’s friends but who I’ve claimed as my own. So far away from New York and all the things that should be my responsibilities. The life I’ve built there, trying to edge my way out of my father’s shadow. While all I’m doing here is shrugging on a jacket that doesn’t quite fit. Nova’s voice: Is that what we are? I’ve got no fucking clue.
