Chapter 115

The drinks arrived and the world got a little rosier, a little more full of wonder, and a little more of a place where two people with a long and fraught past, could, for a moment, put down their weapons and be friends.

Kenneth, our beer-bellied and bearded karaoke host with the most, stepped up on the small stage and announced sign-ups were open. Priya, Arkady, and I hustled to get the first slots.

Autumn elbowed me with no remorse whatsoever and ripped the pen out of my hand.

I rubbed my ribcage. "Nice Hippocratic oath, Dr. Kelly."

She readjusted the flowery scarf around her neck. "I convinced Emily to sing 'Enough is Enough.'" She waved at her wife, who was nervously drumming her fingers on the table. "If we're not first, she'll bail. You wouldn't want to deprive her of the joys of disco duets, would you?"

"Sure, play the guilt card." I stepped aside so she could sign up first.