Our future kept me company at night while I lay in bed and stared at the ceiling, trying to ignore my tongue-less cellmate’s incessant snoring. How I would marry her again in front of her entire family, get it photographed for Page Six if she wanted. How I would give her babies any way I could. If we couldn’t conceive naturally, we could adopt. Elena would be an incredible mother, and I couldn’t wait to have the privilege of watching that dream come true for her.
