“Apollo,” she said, but then seemed lost for anything more. “I never found out her third wish,” Apollo said, not really speaking to Kim. Kim stepped toward him and put her arms around him. “I think you should know,” she started. Her face stayed pressed close to his neck, and the traffic moved on and off the Manhattan Bridge. “It wasn’t supposed to be like this,” she said, crying openly now. “But this is how it is.”
