“Breathe, Bambina.” Jake’s mouth comes to my cheek in a soft peck from behind; his hands are on my shoulders as I stand, smoothing down my dress in the mirror. It’s late; we’ve been up here for a couple of hours. I slept a lot, and we lay together, talking about everything and nothing while watching daytime TV. Idle chit-chat and jokes, Jake tried his hardest to make this feel normal. Neither of us wants to acknowledge that she will be under the same roof soon enough. Neither of us ...