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Her theory is that people always fall out of love for the same reasons they fall into it. Everything exciting eventually becomes a nuisance. Recently, on a camping trip, Sebastian forgot to pack pillows and arranged their clothes into lumpy rectangles to cushion their heads. She stayed up all night…

The difference, one that would take years for Mitty to realize, was that Patricia had lived long enough to know that there is always somewhere else to go. That life, despite its brutal corners, is actually quite forgiving as long as you continue to move through it. But how could she expect her daug…

“What about it exactly isn’t ethical?” she says softly, attempting to cloak her timidness in a naïve curiosity.

Sebastian’s eyes trace her face, like he’s searching for whatever might make her qualified to have this conversation. “Well, don’t get me wrong. It’s fascinating. And groundbreaking,” …

“But there’s blood.” Bethel nods to the red pool collecting in the warped basin of the cutting board.

“They make that, too,” he says. “Heme, it’s called. Soy leghemoglobin.” He slaps the beef back down and begins dicing it. “But that’s an important observation, Bethel.” He lifts up his knife and…

“I’m pretty tired,” she said instead. She faced Mitty and gave her a painfully polite smile. “Give me a hug?” She opened her arms and Mitty, unable to muster an argument, stepped into them, resting her chin on Esme’s shoulder. She swallowed, attempting to drown out her urge to cry. Esme pulled away…