My life is in ruins. Failed marriage, failed career--I'm a failure.
My husband may have had a hand in it, but I can't help missing him.
We made an agreement. I signed the contract, and so did he. Without our arrangement, everything falls apart.
So we'll keep losing ourselves in each other's bodies.
We'll keep pretending everything is fine.
But maybe I'm getting sick of pretend.
Maybe I want to find something real.
And just maybe, Luka does too.
