"I don't know," I whisper, something clinching in my gut, all sharp, brittle edges and self-pity. The two of them are supposed to be together. I'm just the one that managed to wedge myself between them for a little while. It's fucking pathetic, but there's a part of me that can't help but feel that way.

"Maybe he will be," I shrug, only half paying attention while I stir the batter, the pan on the stove and heating up.