It took a while for me to fall asleep. My mind was too tortured by guilt over feeling love and desire for two men—as well as anger and frustration—to easily settle down. When it finally did, I slept until Nora woke me up in the late afternoon.

“If you sleep all day, you’ll be up all night,” she said.

I rolled onto my back and yawned. “You’re right,” I said as I stretched in a cat-like manner. “What time is it?”

“Four-thirty,” she said. “Did you know that Killian is moving out?”

I sat up with a start. “What?”

“You shouldn’t have had sex with him, Esma,” she complained.