(Mira)
We got back to the compound around eight. Sunday night. The place was quiet.
Ridge parked the van. We got out. Walked to our section without talking.
Inside, I kicked off my shoes. Sat on the couch.
Ridge went to the kitchen. Got water. Came back. Sat next to me.
Not too close. But close enough.
"You hungry?" he asked.
"No."
"You should eat something."
"I'm fine."
He didn't push.
We sat there. The TV was off. No sound except the air conditioning running.
I thought about tomorrow. Going back to The Spoke. Working behind the bar. Same routine I'd had before Hank died.
Except Hank wouldn't be there.
That hit me harder than I expected.
Hank was gone. Really gone.
And I hadn't let myself think about it. Not really. Too much had been happening. Tyler. The security. Vanessa
