“Let me get this straight?” Savannah was leaning on the kitchen island, half perched on the stool, half sitting, an icepack to her forehead with a giant glass of water in front of her staring in amazement at her friend. “He came here. Admitted he was an asshole. Said he was in counseling. Asked to be friends and not friends with benefits, just friends and then he made you tea and you sat in our living room barely speaking until midnight reading books about grief?”
“Yup,” Mackenna understood her friend’s incredulity because she was right there with her. It had been truly bizarre behaviour from her husband.
“I don’t get it,” Savannah grimaced as she sipped more of the water. “Is this for one day and then when he sucks you back into a feeling of comfort, he’ll kidnap you and drag you to Mil
