(Rebecca's POV)
"They're not going to care about the divorce, or Jack, or any of the math you're doing right now in your head about what makes you a complicated addition to a family dinner," Eric says. "They've been rooting for this since before I had the nerve to."
The car eats up another mile of highway. I watch the city skyline start to resolve out of the haze ahead of us, familiar and strange at once, like a life I used to live from a slightly different angle.
"Okay," I say.
"Okay?"
"Okay. I'll stop doing the math."
He reaches over. Finds my hand on the console between us. Laces his fingers through mine the same easy way he did at the airport, like it's a habit already, like it's always been one.
We drive the rest of the way home like that. His hand in mine. The city getting clo
