“It’s not too strange,” I finally said. “It might be the least strange part of this entire year.”
Bridget smiled at that, the first fully unguarded smile I’d seen from her since the hospital.
We spent that afternoon trading small pieces of our lives, the way people do when they’re trying to turn a catastrophic coincidence into something resembling an actual relationship.
We talked about everything except the thing that had brought us together, an unspoken agreement none of us had negotiated but all of us seemed to understand.
