Andrew is the reason I’m with the Kim-Prescotts in the first place. Andrew is the reason Jack is going to be able to accomplish her dream. He’s the reason I will be able to salvage my wreck of a life using two hundred thousand dollars.

There is no snow magic. Just Andrew magic.

Jack and I both watch as, up ahead, a shorter figure in head-to-toe black (Dylan, clearly) glides up close to Andrew on a snowboard. They stand side by side for a moment, hesitating before starting their run down the trail parallel to the chairlift. Andrew leans in closer to Dylan. The snow is starting to pick up, distorting everything in a muted white film, so at first, it’s difficult to see what Andrew and Dylan are doing. It is, ironically, a bit like trying to see a shape in a Rorschach test, and Jack and I clearly realize at the exact same moment what’s happening, because she sucks in a sharp breath at the same time I snort.

Dylan and Andrew are kissing in the snow. Andrew is bent down, cupping Dylan’s face, and Dylan is arching up into him, curling around his body like a cat.

My first thought is: good for them.

But my second thought is: shit.

“Please tell me I just hallucinated my brother kissing my best friend?”

The extent of my contribution is an unhelpful “Mmmm.”

“Elle,” Jack gasps my name, then grabs onto my leg. “Are you—? Shit. That just happened. Are you okay?”

Jack stumbles and sputters, because as far as she knows, I just witnessed my fiancé kissing someone else. I turn back, but Andrew and Dylan are gone, blending into the blurs of people who are now sailing past us down below. “Elle,” Jack says again. “I’m kind of freaking out right now, but you don’t seem very surprised by this turn of events. Did you… did you know Dylan and Andrew were hooking up?”

I shake my head. “No, but I… I knew they used to, um… date.”

Jack’s fingers dig deeper into my leg through the layers of my snowsuit. “They what? My brother? And Dylan?”

“Um…”

“I know you said your relationship with Andrew is none of my business, but what the actual fuck?” Jack demands loudly on a stalled chairlift on top of a mountain.

Tell her the truth shouts a voice in my head. It’s Meredith’s voice. It’s my voice. Tell her. Just tell her everything.