Abby
Karl hands me my coat with a sympathetic look in his eyes. “Put this on,” he says. “I promised you breakfast.”
“Oh.” I take my coat with a slight chuckle. “I got so caught up in the goodbyes that I guess I forgot.”
Karl shrugs. “I kinda figured. You still want to go, though, right?”
I pause, turning to face the hallway mirror. I just threw on a pair of jeans and a sweater this morning, and it was all I could do to brush my teeth. The woman that stares back from my reflection has dark circles under her red-rimmed eyes, and her hair is disheveled.
“I look like a mess,” I say, half to myself. “I should probably fix my hair and put on some makeup before I go anywhere. But, yes, I’d still like to go.”
Karl, still standing beside me, glances over at me. “I don’t think that’s necessary
