Meet you there.
I’ll pick you up. Theo’s bad side is the last place I can afford to be right now.
Laney
I won’t let him be mad at you.
I sincerely don’t know what I did to deserve you.
Laney
YOU ARE A GOOD PERSON, SABRINA SULLIVAN. That’s what you did. Don’t let having to fight hard for what should’ve been yours in the first place make you doubt that.
You spelled “dirty” wrong.
Laney
You’re not fighting dirty. You’re fighting hard. And you’re not alone, no matter what you have to do. HE could solve this by finding a different way to get revenge on Chandler, and we don’t even know what Chandler did to him. This is not your fault and you’re doing what you need to do.
Stop. You’re making my eyeballs leak. Sit tight. I’m coming to get you and then Mom and I’m treating you both to dinner. No arguments. I have to balance out my karma in the universe.
Laney
Your karma’s already balanced, but if this is what you need, I’m here for you.
21
Grey
Who’sa creeper who heard the neighbor’s front door shut and is now peering out between the blinds of his living room to watch Sabrina stride across the parking area with longer steps than should be possible given her height, her dog trotting happily beside her, as they head for her car?
Me.
That’s who.
I’m the creeper.
Worse?
Watching her is distracting me from the one phone call from a family member that I was willing to return when I finally looked at my voicemails from the past two days.
“Grey?” Mimi says on the other end of the phone.
I make myself step away from the window as Sabrina bends and hugs Jitter before opening the back car door for him. They look soright. And I want to be out there with them.
“Yes,” I say too strongly. “Yes, I think Miami this time of year would be perfect for you.”
“I don’t know,” she says slowly, which is how she does everything these days.
Slowly.
It’s been horrible to watch. Ever since her sister passed away a year ago, she’s gotten slower and quieter, like she’s retreating from life. She visited me a time or two in California—I actively hate being anywhere near the rest of my family and she’s always loved to travel, so I usually pay for her to come see me instead of going to her—but I was always so focused on chasing the next big data point with my bees at work that I didn’t do much good for her.
“Seems like there might be too many old people there,” she finally says.
“Plenty of young people too though. Almost spring break.”
“Oh, that’stoowild.”
