Loretta hovered in the hallway, one hand on the wall, the other holding a glass of juice she wasn’t even sure she wanted. Her breath was uneven. This was harder than she thought it’d be. Pretending. Acting like everything was okay when everything inside her was fraying.
Loretta hovered in the hallway, one hand on the wall, the other holding a glass of juice she wasn’t even sure she wanted. Her breath was uneven. This was harder than she thought it’d be. Pretending. Acting like everything was okay when everything inside her was fraying.
But she had to try.
She padded softly into the living room where Martin sat, legs stretched out, eyes on the muted TV screen playing some crime drama neither of them had been following for days now.
She cleared her throat.
Martin looked up. His posture
