Page 160 of The Incredible Ordinary

He snorts. “Yeah, no shit.”

I stare at my hands.

“He’s leaving.”

“Milán?”

I nod.

“How come?”

I shrug. “Getting back to his old life. Aiden told me. It’s a deal they had. He’d stay for a year, and then he’s free.”

Wren frowns.

“Why would?—”

A sudden clatter makes me whip my head around. Rory’s standing behind us, a startled look on his face. He’s backed straight into a narrow console table that stands by the wall, right underneath a mirror.

“Sorry,” he says, just a bit flustered. “Sorry. I was… Milán didn’t come back with you?”

“No.” I wonder how much he heard. I hope not too much. I put on a smile. “He’s still at the bar with Aiden. Keeping an eye on him. Aiden’s in a celebratory mood.”

Rory stays very still for a bit.

“And you?”

I’m pretty sure he heard what I said, but if I squint hard enough, I can pretend he didn’t. I’m sure of it. That’s how it works, isn’t it? Can I just havesomethingthat’s under control in this miserable-ass day?

“Was getting too tired to keep my eyes open,” I say. “You two should be getting off to bed, too. It’s getting late.”

“Yeah, probably,” Rory says. “Plus, Dog always gets up early.”

“Crack of dawn.” I nod and smile.

He sends me a small smile of his own before he goes back to the living room. My eyes stay on him until he disappears around the corner. There’s a tickling sensation in the back of my brain, but why that is stays behind a hazy wall of exhaustion.

Wren and I are both silent well after the boys have barreled past us to their room and all the lights have been turned off.

Sutton stops next to us, surveying the situation for a second before he lowers his head and gives Wren a quick, soft kiss on the lips.

“I’ll be upstairs,” he murmurs.

Then it’s just me and Wren again. I’ve always seen Wren as my brother, ever since I met Kira and him all those years ago. All things considered, he’s more mine than Kira’s at this point.

“I remember that day you found out about Kira leaving. The email?” Wren says.

I turn my head to look at him, blinking slowly. “Are we reliving my greatest hits or something?”

His lips tilt up in the corners, and his eyes shine in the darkness of the hallway.

“You were increasingly reasonable. All these rational conversations about how you two were going to make it work… All very sensible.”

I clutch the back of my neck. “Yeah, well, I wasn’t this time. Not even close to rational.”

Do you want me to leave?

No.