I didn’t even know why we were laughing. Just that we needed that laugh very much, even if for different reasons. Me—because I missed Dad, the only man in my life I’d ever loved, and because my fear of men stopped me from pursuing my other dreams, like the podcast. Her—because she was with a man she didn’t like, on a journey she hadn’t chosen. We were laughing like there was no tomorrow, a never-ending giggling sound, when the front door slammed downstairs, and I heard the voice of the man who had nearly made me come in my dress on my kitchen floor a few days ago. “Where’s Dylan?” Oh shit.
