“When did it happen?” he asks. Fiddling with my ring, I answer, “A lifetime ago.” And it’s funny. Because Pax probably thinks I’m fudging the numbers on purpose or keeping shit vague to keep him in the dark, but in all reality? It’s the truest statement I’ve ever made. I’m not that girl anymore. But I don’t know who this one is, either. It’s like my life has been split in two. With Archer and without. And damn, if it doesn’t hurt.
