REMI'S POV
The whole thing was Marisol's fault.
She would deny this, and her denial would be technically accurate and entirely misleading, which was a skill she had developed over decades and deployed with absolute precision when required. But I was there. I know what happened.
What happened was: Marisol decided that Dax and I needed a night out.
She announced this on the Thursday of her visit as if it were obvious, which in her mind it clearly was.
"You haven't been out," she said, from the kitchen, in the tone she used for facts that other people had failed to notice.
"We've been out," I said. "I went to the pharmacy on Tuesday."
"Alone."
"Dax came."
"For the pharmacy," she said. "I mean out. Dinner. Together. Like two people who remember they find each other interesting outside
