She shrugged. “Him. I wanted him—before I went.”
“Him? Kelly?”
She looked at me. “If you only had a few seconds to live—would Mari be your person? The one you wanted—”
“No,” I said. “That part of my life is over.” I had seven days to live, and during those seven days, I lived with Georgina Dolce. After that, I was entirely new, and I still had her to look forward to.
“You’re not just using her to make Mari jealous. You’re truly in love with her.”
The tone of her voice made it clear that she didn’t understand it. She didn’t have to. Love doesn’t keep time or lists—it just happens. And when it does, it makes a mockery of our plans.
We both became quiet as the sound of sirens filled the silence between us.