She turns from the mirror and takes both my hands. Her fingers are warm. Mine are freezing, per usual. I’m always cold these days. The fire in my life is gone.
“Nope,” I say, shaking my head. “Don’t do the voice.”
She ignores my request as she squeezes my fingers. “You deserve this, too, you know.”
“Proper circulation in my extremities?”
“A person. Someone who sees you.” Her eyes search my face. “Someone who stays.”
I have to look away. Out the window, the garden below is strung with white lights. Chairs stand in neat rows. Lukas waits at the end of the aisle in a dark suit, hands clasped, looking up at the window like he can sense Rae through the glass.
“I’m good, Sunshine,” I tell her. “I really am.”
She squints at me suspiciously. “Are you?”
“Mhmm. I have my job. I have you. I h
