REMI'S POV
We had our first real fight three weeks after the island.
I want to be precise about this because the distinction matters. There had been friction before — moments of managed tension, the careful careful careful of two people who understood the stakes and were very aware of the stakes. There had been the October negotiation and the March conversation and the hundred small adjustments of two people learning to live inside the same space. Those were not fights. Those were the ongoing work of a relationship that both people were trying to do correctly.
This was a fight.
It started over a meeting.
Dax had scheduled a board meeting for a Saturday — not an ordinary Saturday but the specific Saturday I had told him about six weeks ago, the one that was in the shared calendar, the
