I spent three days thinking. Three days walking around the house like a ghost, watching Dominic play with the twins, remembering my conversations with Marcus.

Bola found me on the third night, sitting in Lily's chair with a cup of cold tea.

"Girl, you're driving yourself crazy," she said, settling onto the couch. "What's really going on in your head?"

"I don't know how to choose."

"Between Marcus and Dominic?"

"Between the past and the future. Between what I used to want and what I ...