“Things have been a little off. Haven’t they felt that way to you?” Julia leaned down so her forehead was touching her knees. She shook her head that way, slowly, and when she looked up over the ridge of her kneecaps, tears were on the brink of her eyelids, caught on her lashes like divers about to jump. She bit her lip, she put her forehead down again, she shook her head. “I don’t know,” she said finally, managing a smile. “Maybe a little. But this is still new.” “Julia, we’ve been best friends for five years. It’s never once felt off. Why now?”
