KATHRYN
“Hey Kathryn.”
Matthew catches up to me by the elevator. I’m still riding high from sticking it to him so when I press the elevator button, I’m doing it with a proud smile.
“Yes Matty, how can I help?”
For as long as he calls me Kathryn, I will call him by that name too.
“Cute display in there,” his jaw ticks. “Interesting for someone’s who not interested in him.”
“I’m not interested in him,” he just reminds me of my brother.
“Whatever,” he pushes his hands into the front pockets of his pyjamas. “Can I have my jacket now?”
“What?” The elevator dings open.
“The fleece you are wearing is mine,” he sounds bitter.
I hate how happy his bitterness makes me.
“We’re staying till he gets discharged and you’re going home, I doubt you need it.”
“Really?” I don’t hide my su
