Chapter 67

• It was a pragmatic move not to waste all of my time with someone whom I was barely going to be seeing in a few weeks. And it was cruel to allow Gravity to keep making a bond with me when I wasn't about to be a permanent figure in her life in any real way. Also, I had to put a boundary somewhere. When I found out Cosmos was sick, I bolted from whatever I was doing and to her. Nice on paper, lousy in execution. I didn't do relationships, monogamy, or loyalty. I was a hot fucking mess. All thanks to the people on the other side of my door, now banging on it with their fists, refusing to leave a hint alone.
• "Flinn!" my mum scolded, angry. "Open it!"
• The coffee machine tutted, and I put the mug in it, making a macchiato. I fiddled with the elastic of my down-at-the-heels gray sweatpants, greeting my morning semi, and scrolled through the Financial Times' news headlines on my phone.