Chapter 6

The wind cut between the office towers and pressed my skirt against my legs.

Four years.

The first year, he remembered I wouldn't touch cilantro, that overtime gave me stomach pain, and that I was afraid of the dark.

The second year, Sophie started interning at his company, and he began dropping her off at home on his way.

The third year, Sophie got her heart broken, and he sat drinking with her until dawn and came home with her perfume on him.

The fourth year, he proposed, and Sophie held on to me, crying, and asked whether I would…