Jacksonville born. School counselor. Usually reading two books at once; very serious about sending everyone home with leftovers.
HOW WE GOT HERE
A few ordinary days.
Then everything.
Three little chapters, and the people who knew what was happening before we did. Open any photograph for a closer look.
The cookout.
We met at a backyard cookout. Priya introduced us, disappeared, and has been calling it a setup ever since. When everyone else left, we kept talking beside the cars. Coffee the next morning felt like an easy yes.
The ordinary part.
A little place in Atlantic Beach, furniture that didn’t match, and rainy Sundays with takeout in the kitchen. The person doing the dishes got to choose the music. It became our favorite kind of ordinary.
After the morning walk.
Oliver had the ring in his pocket for most of our usual walk before finding a quiet minute to ask. Maya said yes, then immediately asked whether Priya already knew. Of course she did.












