“I guess—I looked at him tonight and I just felt released. I felt like I could let him go, because he probably wasn’t the right person for me anyway. And that just feels…weird.” “Good weird?” Lila thinks. “Maybe. I haven’t quite digested it yet.” She stretches her arms above her head. “You know, I’m realizing every day that I know nothing. I’m nearly forty-three and I genuinely know nothing.” “That’s the fun bit,” says Jensen. “Working it out.”
