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“She doesn’t ask what broke me. She just shows up A mug of coffee in one hand, a wilted orchid in the other. The purple matches the bruise of the sky, sun bleeding out behind the hills. We sit with silence between us. She lets mine grow wild. Pours warmth into it without stirring. When I finally say “it still hurts,” she doesn’t say it’ll stop. She just shifts closer, like grief is a door she knows how to hold open without letting anything spill. The orchid rests between us on the table. One petal falls. She catches it. Says, “even the softest things learn how to let go.” And I believe her.”

“She doesn’t date. She understands how the dating arrangement works for other people, but finds the idea illogical for her own circumstances. Dates, as opposed to catching up with friends, assume that one is available and interested in some sort of a connection ranging from casual sex to marriage and including everything in between. Firstly, she doesn’t feel single. She doesn’t feel alone, and so the idea of searching for some person to fill a space doesn’t make sense to her. Secondly, she reads most people very quickly. The thought of dating a stranger in an awkward, draining, and undetermined situation to find out what sort of person they are, even though it is usually obvious, makes her cringe.”

“She doesn’t like alcohol in cakes. That’s Katie’s thing. And she isn’t into gluten-free or, you know, polenta. She doesn’t think it’s right for cake. Anyway, it’s what poor people eat.’ My dad winces, in spite of his best Dr Seuss face. ‘In developing countries like Mexico, I mean. You have to be middle-class to afford it here.’ That didn’t help. When you get stuck, stick to the facts – that’s what Dad always tells me. ‘She’d like a Victoria sponge with lots of cream and some fruit. Raspberries and jam. Something simple.’ He looks disappointed. I can see he wanted a statement of a cake. Like his love.”

“She doesn’t mean to make me feel like a freak, not on purpose. It’s when she says I’m drawn to you, because you’re a strong man, like Caleb. When she says I kissed you because sex is the way I’ve been conditioned to get my way, that it’s all psychological, and it’s all because Caleb fucked with my head. I can’t stand it. I can’t have everything I feel, reduced to a textbook description that fits me, and millions of other broken idiots. More than that, I can’t stand thinking that maybe…she’s right. Maybe I don’t really love Caleb, maybe my brain made it up so I wouldn’t kill myself or feel so scared and alone. Maybe I’ll accept that one day and I won’t be able to stop having nightmares. Maybe I’ll never trust another emotion I ever have again. Who’s going to love a girl like that, Reed? Who’s ever going to love a freak like me?” She collapsed onto her bed and rolled into a ball, crying and rocking.”

“She doesn’t need the pack. She doesn’t need me.” I shot to my feet. “That’s not true,” I said hotly. He tilted his head a little, his eyes meeting mine. His eyes softened. “I misspoke,” he said in a steady voice. “She doesn’t need me to make sure she has enough food or a place to live-that is my privilege, but she doesn’t need me to do that. She doesn’t need me to keep her safe or to make her a whole person. She doesn’t need me to do anything except love her. Which I do.”

“She doesn't recognise anything resembling the neighbourly sense of care or concern now, and she wonders how change like this is measured. What kind of stat or metric registers this kind of loss? Maybe that's why everyone gathered along the road seems unfazed by what they're seeing, why they talk about the fire like it's something that's happening to a company rather to a community, a people. How different this is from her childhood.”

“She doesn't want to go either," Ashanti said. "Well, you make them," Anita said. "No. They're sixteen, not ten. The girls can decide how they want to spend their weekend, and no one will force them do anything they don't want to do." "You're behind this, aren't you?" Anita hissed. "You're turning my brother's children against me." Ashanti had heard this song too many times. She was not up for a repeat. "Look, I have to go. You have both Kara's and Kendra's phone numbers. Call and ask if they want to go shopping for plants with you. Like I said, they're old enough to make their own decisions. There's no need for me to play the middleman.”