We just stared like two taxidermy owls. Glass-eyed. Motionless. Tense. Gaping at the screen like it had just told us the world was ending and the dress code was cocktail.
“What... the f**k?” Jynelle finally whispered, like even saying it louder might detonate something.
“I don’t....” I blinked like maybe I’d fallen into a simulation and all of this was just my trauma dressed as a morning. “Did he say married? As in vows and rings and holy f*****g matrimony?”
“Yes,” she hissed, gripping my wrist like the screen might reach out and slap her. “As in ceremony. As in... what the hell is going on?”
I was breathing like I’d just run a marathon through an emotional minefield. I didn’t even realize my mouth was open until a fly hovered near it. I swatted the air like I was batting off the thoug
