JOSHUA
I would spend the night with Fanny.
I would do everything possible to be with her. The years had only made me desire her more, the discoveries about her only made me admire her more, the years that had passed had only shown me how foolish I had been, and above all, the years had created an unbreakable bond with the birth of our son.
"You're going to sleep in the living room," she said. Spending the night with her had not imagined it that way. Deep down, I had harbored the possibility of sharing her bed, and in the best-case scenario, making love to her until losing consciousness. But my reality was that she had given me a pink plush blanket and a unicorn-shaped pillow.
I had put my son to sleep, who had resisted sleeping because he was talking with me on the way home. In the end
