And Just Like That… S01e09 M4p Fix May 2026

At one point, he touched her wrist. "You're funny," he said. "You forgot that about yourself."

She picked up her phone. Three missed calls from Miranda. One from Charlotte. A text from Seema: "Drinks? Don't make me drink alone. It's sadder when I do it."

"What are you doing here?"

Her phone buzzed. A text from an unknown number: "Still thinking about that drink."

She looked at Steve asleep on the couch, mouth open, Che Diaz's comedy special still playing on the TV. She turned it off. Then she turned off the lights. Then she sat in the dark and waited for the next text.

Carrie stood in her kitchen, staring at the smoke alarm. It wasn't beeping. That was the problem. Everything was too quiet. She had taken down Big’s portrait—the one that watched her from the living room like a ghost in a turtleneck. Now the nail hole in the wall felt louder than any alarm.

Carrie smiled. A small one. The kind you practice.

He laughed. A real one. Not the polite podcast laugh. She sat down.