The game was ridiculous. We’d each take a turn lying down on the bed and the others would hold you down and put a pillow over your face and see how long you could go. Of course, Dylan invented the game of suffocation, and it killed her that I was always the quickest to break free. I guess in a way I’d learn to survive at a very young age. And I’d survive the hurt I felt over Niko jumping ship the minute things got real. Happily ever after wasn’t meant for everyone.
