If You Could See the Sun

by Ann Liang

“According to you, everything about your plan screams perfectly moral. Everything. As in, if Jesus were here, he’d be completely on board—”

“Don’t drag Jesus into this. You’re not even religious.”

“You know,” I muse out loud, “if it weren’t for the fact that we hated each other’s guts, we’d probably make an impressive power duo.”

“Wait. We hate each other?”