Keira
The weeks leading up to graduation fell into a rhythm none of us could have predicted a year earlier, equal parts mundane and remarkable, the ordinary business of finishing a degree tangled together with the extraordinary reality of building a life with six people who’d once been nothing more than a business arrangement.
I spent most days buried in final coursework, my capstone project finally taking shape into something I was genuinely proud of, evenings split between studying and the increasingly familiar rhythm of shared dinners, quiet check-ins, and the small, ordinary rituals that had slowly transformed six separate relationships into something that felt, finally, like one connected whole.
Jaxon’s mother continued her treatment, the prognosis cautiously improving with each pa
