I FIND WADE in the kitchen, busy putting away leftover food. He must have changed because his clothes are dry, and his hair is fluffed to perfection again. I grab a cube of cheese from one of the trays and pop it in my mouth.
“Hiding out on the roof?” he accuses me like the stalker he is.
“Not hiding.” I tilt my head and grab another cheese cube before he covers it with plastic.
“Doing okay?” Wade stops his cleaning to eye me.
“No,” I say, “but I’ll survive.”
“Well, you’re lucky you get to escape from this mental ward,” Wade chides.
“It wasn’t that bad,” I say as I lean against the island.
Wade narrows his eyes at me. “Were you at someone else’s christening today?”
I laugh. “The kid is all holy and s**t now, right? That’s what matters.” I wave my hand as if to brush it away.
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