“I want to tell you everything.” “Okay.” But she knew it already. Saw how Sara stood straighter. Saw their future, unfurling, across the clear blue sky. Let me in? Sara would ask, and Emilie would open the door and lead her into her house. She’d show her both bedrooms, the guest studio, the dining room that overlooked the city. They would talk. They would take off their clothes. They’d rise together in the morning, the two lost months behind them.
