you I was having a bad week.”
She rubbed her thumb along the seam of her jeans.
“And I’d start wondering whether I’d imagined the no.”
“I did the same thing,” I admitted.
“With other people?”
“With us. I’d decide we were simply close, then find myself disappointed when you made a plan that didn’t include me.”
She gave a small, humorless laugh.
“We’ve been very considerate.”
“Spectacularly.”
The shared word allowed us a moment of relief. Then Elise looked down at her hands again, and I understood she had
