Alexandre's POV
Tuesday became Wednesday.
Wednesday became Thursday.
Thursday became the end of the first week of something that didn't have a name yet — or rather, had a name neither of us had said aloud, which was its own kind of acknowledgment that the name existed and we were both aware of it and were approaching it at the pace of two people who had learned, through different routes, that rushing toward good things could make them fragile.
We were not rushing.
We were simply — living. In the specific, ordinary, extraordinary way of people who have stopped pretending and discovered that what was underneath the pretending was better than anything the pretending had been protecting.
Mornings first.
This was where it showed most clearly — not in the large things, not in the professi
