“That’s good to hear. Kye and I are happy that you two found each other.” Frank lifts his glass. “To Saika and Oli.” “To Saika and Oli,” everyone cheers. I drink, but I keep my eye on Frank as he talks with Jonathan. Kye and I . . . He’s never referred to Kye in this manner. As if she’s here. As if he’s speaking on her behalf.
