“Good. That’s usually when it matters.” She tapped her phone lightly. “I’ve set up four. You’ve already met three.”
“And they were all … fine.” I fought the urge to roll my eyes. They were bland … Not exciting, and not boring … Just bleh. “Which is the problem,” I rolled my eyes. “None of them felt like anything.” I exhaled softly.
“They’re not supposed to,” Lina replied. “They’re supposed to work.” Work. That was the word. Not love. Not connection. Function. Structure. Support. A man who could stand beside me. Help manage what was coming.
Help guide Eli when the time came. Not replace anything. Not mean anything. Just … fit. The thought sat quietly in my chest. Not comforting. But not wrong either.
“The fourth one is different,” Lina winked.
“How?”
“You’ll see.” She glanced ov
