She shrugged. “It’s none of my business, that’s what it is. None of this is any of my business, as long as you all show up to the wedding.”
“Perfect,” Hanna said as she tore the packet in two. “That is the plan.”
Hanna’s phone vibrated against the counter.
ALWAYS ANSWER
I cannot concentrate on Vegas logistics.
HANNA
Oh? And why is that?
ALWAYS ANSWER
Probably the insane blue balls I’m sporting under the table.
HANNA
Boooo. That’s a myth.
ALWAYS ANSWER
Oh yeah? You seem super locked in on whatever you and Sara are doing.
HANNA
Hey, I got mine.
ALWAYS ANSWER
Lot more where that came from.
“None of my business… but… is it at least making you feel alive again?”
Hanna set her phone down and stared out Sara’s window, dreading the fact that it made her feel many, many things again, the worst of them being fully alive.
FOURTEEN
When Milo got home, she’d been asleep for hours.
She didn’t register him slipping into the bed behind her, but when she finally did wake, drowning in his warmth and yesterday’s cologne, dread pooled in her stomach.
It was a bad day.
It wasn’t that she thought a new city, or even Milo, could stop the bad days entirely, but without even realizing it, she’d let herself hope they could stave them off for at least a little while.
Hanna’s heart sank as each breath felt harder than the next.
“Morning,” Milo mumbled, half asleep. She rolled in his arms and tucked her head into his chest, his shirt smelling so deeply of him she wished she could wrap herself up in it without tipping him off that she was a pathetic moron. “Sorry we got home so late.”
Hanna didn’t respond. She only buried her face further into his chest.
“I could make it up to you,” he said. Milo’s hands found her beneath the blanket, slipping under the hem of her shorts.
She only had to hesitate for a second for him to snap awake, his voice tightening from half-asleep to deeply troubled.
“You alright?”
