CADE
My steps slowed the closer I got to Hannah's room. This was bound to be a difficult conversation and she was pissed at me. Rightly so. I only hoped she would forgive me. Or at least let me explain.
I adjusted the collar of my shirt, rapped on her door. I heard her tell me to come in. Slowly I pushed the door open, walked in.
Hannah was lying on her stomach, with her nose stuck in a book. She snapped the book shut, turned and immediately the placid expression on her face became one of irritation.
"It's you," she said, her tone cold.
"Yes, it's me," I said.
My tentative smile only got me an eye roll.
"May I... sit?" I asked her.
She didn't say yes. Neither did she say no. So I took it as a sign that she was not going to bite my head off if I sat close to her. Beside me, she sat
