After Paul left and the screaming finally died down, the atmosphere in the apartment shifted into something that Mariella couldn’t quite articulate. All morning, Charity and Melinda had acted like Mariella brought home a celebrity, a myth, a fictional man that suddenly stepped out of a w*****d universe and into their living room. The interrogation was relentless.
Charity asked things she had no business asking, Melinda kept trying to extract details like she was building a thesis, and Mariella, who was already emotionally exhausted from the shock of her secret being exposed, could do nothing except answer selectively and internally ask God why He gave her roommates with zero boundaries.
But when the chaos finally settled, when the questions ran out and the screaming decibels returned to
