Maybe I could just go back to Alexa’s room and explore her body some more. But as unfamiliar as this morning’s been, I can at least remember how Riley stuck around after my last breakup. She was there for me when I felt like I lost my ex for good. Maybe it’s like she’s losing someone too.

“If we can just get through today,” I whisper, burying my head inside the vanilla-drenched hoodie, “We’ll pick up where we left off this morning.” The twins respond with a disappointed but understanding tingle.