Hannah
“Why don’t you sit down, Hannah? Relax a little.”
The sound of Amber’s voice was just barely enough to pull me halfway out of my reverie, but not completely. I shook my head and waved my hand, resuming my pacing.
“No. I can’t sit.”
Viona sighed from the armchair, taking a sip of her wine as she drew her knees to her chest and curled up like a cat. “You’re going to burn off all the calories from those crackers you ate earlier,” she teased.
I rolled my eyes and finally stopped my pacing. Worrying my lower lip between my teeth, I placed my hands on my hips and turned to face my friends—although my gaze really was headed straight for my phone, which was still sitting dark and silent in the center of the coffee table.
“She didn’t even say ‘thank you’, or ‘goodbye’
