“Now you’ll never marry my son!” my mother-in-law laughed, setting my wedding dress on fire. I wiped my tears, smiled coldly, and said, “Enjoy destroying that dress, because the wedding was never the real trap.” Her face went completely pale when I made one quick phone call…

“How does your chest feel?” Jason whispered into my hair.

“Like the air pressure finally stabilized,” I whispered back.

We did not become best friends. We did not rewrite history to pretend the fire never happened. We became two adult women navigating a shared ecosystem who had mutually agreed to permanently disarm our nuclear arsenals.

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