Devan

I flop down on Marilyn’s childhood bed the way I’ve done a thousand times. Staring around her room, I see that nothing has changed. The same posters Marilyn tacked up on her walls during high school are still present. I giggle at the sight of Mumford & Sons, remembering what a great time we had at that concert.

The door opens and my best friend comes inside. “I can’t tell if you’re happy about the interview or sad.” ...