But, to me, your one person was also the one you wanted to create a family with. The one you kissed because you couldn’t not kiss them. That you shared dark nights and dirty words with. I’d never found that either. In London, I’d only tried a couple of times, and each attempt left me feeling just a little emptier, and even more sure that I’d never marry. Had I ever imagined Harlow as that one person? As I drove away, I caught my own gaze in the rearview mirror, refusing to answer that question, even in the privacy of my own mind.
