My mother used to tell me this story. My father and her weren’t intended to marry in the first place because my father wasn’t the one who was destined for her. But my father fought for her, he made her his everything. So I asked her if that was what made her fall in love with him, but she answered no.

I wonder why she fell in love with him or how she fell in love with him. Because at the end of the road, it’s just the two of us. No trace of my father when she died.

I kissed Milo at the ...