So Old, So Young

She couldn’t tell Adam and Mia that what they had actually heard was her, Sasha, sneaking out into the city alone on a weeknight, and she figured a ghost was farfetched enough that it might, paradoxically, stick. The streets were crowded, there were drunk girls screaming all around them, but somehow it suddenly felt to Mia as though they were the only two people in the city. But the truth was that she didn’t know what she was doing—in terms of writing a book, yes, but more so in terms of her life. In the year that followed, Adam would think about this moment many times a day—first with anger, and then with regret, and then, finally, with a fantastical desire to crawl back inside of it, deconstruct it, and reconfigure its pieces into a wholly different arrangement.