The text read: "Jules. I know it's been forever. Michael is sick. It's bad. He's asking for you. I'm not jealous anymore. I promise. Please come."
Julianne looked at the door. She could hear Kimmy humming in the kitchen, a tuneless sound of forced normalcy. "What do you want from me?" she asked Michael.
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Lucy nodded. "He said that loving someone doesn't mean you get to keep them. It means you want them to be happy, even if it kills you."
"Anything."
"Jules." Kimmy's voice cracked. "Thank you for coming."
Chicago had changed. The skyline had grown new teeth. The diner where they’d once split a milkshake—two straws, one fate—was now a bank. But Michael's house, the old Victorian in Evanston, still stood. Its porch swing still creaked. And there, standing in the doorway, was Kimmy. The text read: "Jules
Julianne let out a sound—half sob, half laugh. "He told you that?"