Next time is my turn though, okay?” A small smile tugged at Kailani’s lips through the tears.

“What a waste of my life. I’m so sorry, Mary,” she sobbed, tears streaming down her face. “I should’ve been here—with you.” She curled inward, folding into herself like something crumpling under weight, then reached blindly for Mary’s hand and clutched it tight—like it might anchor her to whatever pieces were left. Mary murmured, wiping away both their tears. “I’m sure this won’t be the last of our man-troubles. Next time is my turn though, okay?” A small smile tugged at Kailani’s lips through the tears.