“Don’t marry him,” I say. “You said he was perfect,” she says. “He is,” I agree. “You could have a healthy, protected life with him. Even if you don’t love each other, I believe he won’t cheat on you or try to undermine your authority.” Vanessa’s face is screwed up in some anguished confusion. “What are you saying then?” “I can’t fucking lose you, I don’t want to,” I say. “I like you so bad. Too much.” “You do?” “God, yes.” I breathe out a heavy exhale and the weight I’ve felt since before dinner lessens. “Obviously I do.” “But you said—” “I know what I said.”
