When the Signal Dies, Love Is Logistics—and Every Choice Has a Cost

of a small car? Probably.

Did I still have to choose who got warmth and who didn’t? Yes.

Did I get lucky that Kyle was a terrified kid and not a dangerous stranger? Yes.

Luck is the part nobody wants to acknowledge because it ruins the fantasy that the world is fair.

I sat on my couch with Barnaby’s head on my thigh and opened a blank note on my phone continue reading …