“Do you think we’re going to fuck up our kid?” I blurted. “What? No.” She sat up. “Why would you say that?” “Because we’re not going to raise it together.” “Yes, we are.” “You know what I mean—in one house.” “Oh.” She was silent a few seconds. “No, I don’t think we’re going to fuck up our kid. Plenty of children grow up in two different households. The important thing is that they know they’re loved.”
