Hazel
Betty had not left my side since Harry dropped me home from the hospital. She hovered around in the doorways with water and snacks, asking for the umpteenth time if I needed another thing.
Harry had called first thing in the morning to check on me. When he found out I was still at the hospital, he didn't ask twice, just said he was coming and arrived within the hour. Taking a ride with him was the easier option anyway. The alternative was navigating whatever the morning after a hospital kiss with my boss would feel like in the back of his car, and I was not ready for that particular situation.
Sharing a passionate kiss with Elvis means I am making progress, and my happiness should be obvious. But that’s never the case; I can’t quite explain what’s going on with me.
Instead, I had
