”What’s that supposed to mean?” Rosemary’s voice has a hard edge.

”Hm?”

”You said ‘that fits.’ What do you mean by that?”

”Oh.” I hate that I didn’t first tell her I love her like I planned. Like I was practicing up until that very second. And now I’ve missed my window. ”It just…fits. Now that you’ve told me, I see it.” Memories race to the surface, of ...