Chapter 12“He said what?” Hannah pushed another glass of wine into Emily’s hands. It was a dark liquid, smelling vaguely like apples, or spice, or something vaguely sinful. Emily took a long sip of it, letting the flavor linger on her tongue. The taste of the wine matched Hannah’s living room. The space was all decorated with rich dark woods and elegant prints of artwork. It seemed to match her friend, and not.
“Before or after he said he was going to sleep with Samantha?” Emily curled on the lush sofa. A comfortable pillow was snuggled up against her back. A soft throw blanket was curled over her legs. Everything around her was comfortable. Everything inside felt broken.
A soft clink of Hannah’s wedding ring tapping glass drew Emily’s attention to her own blank finger. She sighed softy.
