Divorcing my dead sister’s husband
Just us, reconnecting most fundamentally.
Afterward, we lay tangled together, talking quietly in the dark.
"I forgot how good we are at this," I said, tracing patterns on his chest.
"At sex?"
"Being a couple. Being in love."
"We've always been good at that."
"Have we? Sometimes I feel like we're just really good roommates who happen to have kids together."
"That's not how I see us."
"How do you see us?"
"I see us as two people who fell in love and built a life together. Sometimes that life is chaotic and exhausting, but it's ours."
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