“My god. You really are your mom, you know that? Fine. I’ll tell you. What do you want to know?”
“Everything, Hanna. I’ve been with the same man for, like, a decade, I need to live a little. You two were really into it when we walked in.”
Hanna flopped onto her couch and propped her phone up on the end table, hoping Sara wouldn’t notice that she’d become a hermit in Milo’s shirt.
“Yeah, what am I telling you for? You got the full show.”
“I want to hear about the bar.”
“Sara. It was crazy. I’ve never felt anything like that before. Don’t tell Logan.”
Sara’s eyes widened. “Shit.”
“Girl,” she blushed just at the thought of Milo naked. She’d effectively banned him from her brain for the month she’d been home. “There was one time?—”
“Hold on, hold on, hold on,” Sara grabbed her phone and shoved Hanna in her pocket. Matty boomed in the background. It made sense that she wouldn’t want him to hear their conversation.
“Hey Sara, what’s up?” a second voice said. It was cruel how soothing his voice was to her, even from a state away and garbled through Sara’s pocket.
Hanna wished for just one moment that Sara had held up the phone, just so those green eyes could skewer her one more time.
“I told Milo and Chloe they could hang out for dinner, that cool?”
“That’s fine,” Sara said, her voice tight.
Hanna sighed. It was what she deserved to hear, really.
“Anything I can help wi—“ Sara mercifully ended the call before she had to listen to Chloe bespell everyone in the room.
SARA
Omg, I’m so sorry, I had no idea they were coming over.
HANNA
He’s seeing Chloe again?
SARA
He is. I’m sorry, Hanna, I wasn’t sure if you’d want to know.
She stared at the ceiling, tracing the drip stains in the corner that she really needed to do something about. Her ribs ached, damn near bruised from all the crying she’d done.
She rolled over and sat up.
It was time for the next stop on her apology tour.
“Hello?”
He sounded like he’d just woken up, and immediately a wave of guilt crashed over her. Just the thought of bothering him wrecked her, even after all the hurt he’d caused her.
Hanna hesitated, but finally managed a nervous, “Hey.”
“I didn’t expect to hear from you anytime soon.”
“I know, and I’m sorry for calling out of the blue. I probably should have texted first.”
She heard shuffling on his end, and it hit her that he was getting out of bed. It was nearly midnight in New York.
