“Text me where you are.”
Then she said very calmly, “Text me where you are. Don’t move.”
Twenty minutes later, she slid into the passenger seat.
Her eyes scanned my face.
“Okay,” she said. “Tell me exactly what you saw.”
I told her.
By the time I was done, she looked like she wanted to burn my house down herself.
“You want me to tell him to get lost?”
“You’re not going back there tonight,” she said.
“I have nowhere else,” I whispered.
“You have my guest room,” she said. “Let’s go.”
Of course, Daniel showed up.
Hannah and I were on her couch when there was a knock like the police at the door.
She looked at me. “You want me to tell him to get lost?”
He looked wrecked.
“No,” I said. “I want to hear what story he’s going to try.”
She opened the door but left the chain on.
“Five minutes,” she said.
He looked wrecked. Hair wild. Shirt inside out.
“Meredith, please,” he said. “Can we talk?”
I stepped into view.
“It’s not what you think.”
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