We didn't talk about our scars, the ones you could see and the ones you couldn't.

Maybe it was just part of growing up with someone. Once you have a rhythm and stay with it long enough, it's not hard to find again.

So I learned another system: When in doubt, keep it out – out of earshot, out of the house – even if this meant, really, just keeping it in.

n the dark everyone felt the same: the edges blurred. When I think of myself then, what I was like two years ago, I feel like a wound in a bad place, prone to be bumped on corners or edges. Never able to heal.

What," I said, "is that a crime here or something? Like only buying one thing at the Gas/Gro?

But there was only one truth about forever that really mattered, and that was this: it was happening.

We laughed ourselves silly, taking back our shared past, gently, piece by piece.