A woeful smile touches his face. “We used to talk about what we were going to do after I graduated. Our plan was to take the money she’d get during the divorce and live on some exotic island—where no one would judge us for being together—and survive off coconuts.” I fight the urge to point out that theoretically speaking, one can only live off coconuts for five to ten years tops. And that this plan sounds way more like a fantasy than reality.
