“Bianca,” he started to say softly with the heaviest blue eyes. “I love you, darlin’….” I tipped my head back with a sigh. “Can’t tell you how many times I’ve wished you weren’t Boogie’s cousin.” He was flaying me alive now. I wish you weren’t my best friend’s cousin, he’d said. Maybe in another lifetime… those words felt like. And in the story of our lives, in our friendship, his phone rang.
