Roxie laughed, a real one this time. “God, I love you freaks.”

Years later, they would disagree, make mistakes, and forgive in ways that were messy and honest. But whenever one of them faltered, the other two would turn up—sometimes with soup, sometimes with a painted teacup, sometimes with silence and a hand on the back. They were not perfect saviors; they were human fixtures: steady, luminous, necessary.

Jill is the first to break the platonic barrier, joking that if they want something done right, they have to do it themselves. The laughter fades into a heavy silence as Roxie accepts the challenge, pulling Jill closer. Bianca, never one to be left out, realizes that the best part of being BFFs is sharing everything .