Chapter 22
He said he wasn’t upset, but she didn’t believe him for a second.
“It’s your life, your career, your choice,” Nathaniel said as they took their seats.
Their section was pretty high off the ground, but they had a good view of orchestra members who’d come out early to warm up. That’s one thing Hannah did enjoy about the symphony when she was little: that muddled sound of everybody playing snippets of something different all at the same time. It was beautiful noise.
Hannah took Lewis’s hand because he’d been left out of the conversation. She didn’t want him feeling like a third wheel.
“My career, yes,” she said. “But it’s our life, so it should have been our choice.” The gnawing guilt in her stomach urged her to reach out and grab Nathaniel’s hand too. “I’m sorry, babe.
