“It’s only three days,” I told him.

He nodded once. “Yes, I know, it’s just…” His voice dropped and he kissed Talon’s forehead. “She’s my world.”

Oh, Graham Cracker.

He made it so hard not to fall for him.

“If you need anything, day or night, call me. I mean, I’ll be calling you every break I get.” He paused and bit his bottom lip. “Do you think I should cancel and stay home? She had a bit of a fever this morning.”

I laughed. “Graham, you can’t cancel. Go to work, and then come back to us.” I paused at my word choice and gave him a tight smile. “Back to your daughter.”

He nodded then kissed her forehead once more. “Thank you, Lucille, for everything. I don’t trust many people, but I trust you with my world.” He touched my arm lightly before handing Talon over to me and leaving.

The moment I placed Talon in her car seat, she started screaming, and I tried my best to calm her down. “I know, little lady.” I buckled her in and kissed her forehead. “I’m gonna miss him, too.”

The next day Mari asked me to take a bike ride with her, but since I had Talon, it became a stroller hike. “She’s just beautiful,” Mari said, smiling down at Talon. “She has Mama’s eyes, just like Lyric, doesn’t she?”

“Oh yeah, and Mama’s sassiness, too.” I laughed as we started walking toward the beginning of the trail. “I’m glad we’re finally getting to spend some time together, Mari. I feel like even though we live in the same apartment, I hardly ever see you. I didn’t even get to ask how seeing Sarah went.”

“I didn’t see her,” she blurted out, making me pause my steps.

“What?”

“She wasn’t even in town,” she confessed, her eyes darting around nervously.

“What are you talking about, Mari? You were gone all weekend. Where were you?”

“With Parker,” Mari said nonchalantly, as if her words weren’t drenched in toxicity.

My eyes stayed narrowed. “I’m sorry, come again?”

“A while back, he stopped by Monet’s again when you were out, and I agreed to see him. We’ve been talking for a few months now.”

Months?!

“You’re mad.” She grimaced.

“You lied to me. Since when do we lie to each other?”

“I knew you wouldn’t approve of me seeing him, but he wanted to talk to me about things.”

“Talk about things?” I echoed as anger rocketed through me. “What in the world could there be to talk about?” Her head lowered, and she started tracing her shoe in the dirt. “Oh my gosh, he wants to talk about getting back together, doesn’t he?”

“It’s complicated,” she told me.

“How so? He walked out on you during the worst time of your life, and now he wants to walk back in during the best.”

“He’s my husband.”

“Ex-husband.”

Her head lowered. “I never signed the papers.”

My heart shattered.

“You told me—”

“I know!” she cried, running her hands through her hair, pacing back and forth. “I know I told you it ended, and it did. Mentally, I was done with my marriage, but physically…I never signed the papers.”

“You have got to be kidding me, Mari. He abandoned you, when you had cancer.”

“But still…”

“No. No ‘but still’. He doesn’t get a pass, and you lied about being divorced! To me! You’re supposed to be my person, Pea. We’re supposed to be able to tell each other everything, and this whole time you’ve been living a lie with me. You know what Mama always said about lying? If you have to lie about it, you probably shouldn’t be doing it anyway.”

“Please don’t quote Mama to me right now, Lucy.”

“You have to leave him, Mari. Physically, emotionally, mentally. He’s toxic for you. No good is going to come from this.”

“You have no clue what it’s like to be married!” Her voice heightened. Mari never raised her voice.

“But I do have a clue what it’s like to be respected! Jesus, I cannot believe you’ve been lying this whole time.”

“I’m sorry I lied, but if we’re honest, you haven’t been the most honest person lately.”

“What?”

“This,” she said, gesturing toward Talon. “This whole Graham thing is weird. Why are you taking care of his kid? She’s obviously old enough for him to take care of himself, or hell, he could hire a nanny. Tell me the truth, why are you still there?”

My gut tightened. “Mari, that’s not the same thing…”

“It’s exactly the same thing! You say I’m staying in a loveless marriage because I’m weak and you’re pissed that I lied to you, but you’ve been lying to me, and to yourself. You’re staying with him because you’re falling for him.”

“Stop it.”

“You are.”

My jaw dropped open. “Mari…this, right now, this isn’t about me, or Graham, or anything other than you. You’re making a huge mistake talking to him. It’s not healthy and—”

“I’m moving back home.”

“What?!” I exclaimed, shock reverberating through me. I stood up straighter. “That’s not your home. I’m your home. We are each other’s home.”

“Parker thinks it will be best for us, to work on our marriage.”

What marriage?! “Mari, he called you after you were in remission for two years. He waited it out to see if the cancer would come back. He’s a snake.”

“Stop it!” she screamed, shaking her hands back and forth in annoyance. “Just stop. He’s my husband, Lucy, and I’m going home to him.” Her head lowered and her voice cracked. “I don’t want to end up like her.”

“Like who?”

“Mama. She died alone, because she never let any man get close enough to love her. I don’t want to die without being loved.”

“He doesn’t love you, Pea…”

“But he can. I think if I just change a little, if I just become a better wife…”

“You were the best wife out there, Mari. You were everything to him.”

Tears fell from her eyes. “Then why wasn’t I enough back then? He’s giving me another chance, and I can do better this time.”

It was crazy how fast it happened, how quickly my anger transformed into pure sadness for my sister. “Mari,” I said softly.

“Maktub,” she said, looking down at the tattoo on her wrist.

“Don’t do that.” I shook my head, hurting more than she’d ever know. “Don’t take our word and give it some kind of dirty meaning.”

“It means all is written, Lucy. It means everything that happens was meant to be, not only what you believe to be destined. You can’t only accept the positive in life. You must accept it all.”

“No. That’s not true. If a bullet is coming toward you and you have enough time to move, you don’t just stand there and wait for it to hit. You step sideways, Mari. You dodge the bullet.”

“My marriage is not a bullet. It’s not my death. It’s my life.”