(Zara)
By Saturday afternoon, Mia was sitting on my couch with takeout spread across the coffee table. She had arrived less than an hour after I told her I was home. Apparently, waiting until Sunday to see me was unacceptable. I should have expected that.
"So Boston went well."
"It did."
Mia picked up her fork. "That's the business answer."
I looked at her and knew exactly what she wanted. She had already heard every detail about Hale, including what Mrs. Hale said after signing. None of that was enough for her.
"What do you want me to say?"
"I want to know why you sound different."
I reached for my drink.
"Different how?"
"Happy."
I looked down at the food in front of me. There was no fear behind the word this time. That surprised me.
"I am happy."
Mia watched me.
"With Seba
