In the rearview mirror, I could see the two of them.
Peter sat a little stiffly, clearly not used to that kind of closeness, but he didn't pull away.
Kirsten had her eyes closed, her lashes trembling faintly.
The car rolled on for a while before stopping at a red light.
I glanced at the rearview mirror without thinking and found Kirsten's eyes open.
Our gazes collided in the glass.
She looked away fast, burying her face in the curve of Peter's shoulder.
Like a thief caught in the act.
In the days that followed, the two of them made it official.
Peter was the sentimental type. The three of us had grown up together, and now that he and Kirsten were a couple, he felt even more strongly that he shouldn't leave me behind.
"Marlin, come grab dinner with us. It's been forever since the three of us hung out."
"The weather's great today. Get out of the house for a bit."
I made excuses every time. Said I was busy.
After a while, he stopped asking.
But I still saw them on social media.
Kirsten had never been one to post much. After she got together with Peter, she became a different person.
One photo was of the two of them at an amusement park.