The Trap
I married my best friend.
Not in the soft, sentimental way people say it in wedding toasts — I mean it happened exactly like that, in order, with no detours. Matthew Reyes and I grew up two driveways apart on Larkspur Lane. Our mothers pushed us in matching strollers before either of us could walk. By kindergarten, we had a system: he carried the good crayons, I carried the snacks, and neither of us shared with anyone else.