My mind drifts anyway.
Uninvited.
Unwanted.
Her.
Hannah.
The way she looked at me the last time we were in the same room.
Angry.
Frustrated.
Something else underneath it.
Something I didn’t stick around long enough to figure out.
Probably for the best.
I shift slightly.
Jaw tightening.
Because that’s not entirely true either.
“You gonna keep pretending that didn’t get to you?” Miles asks suddenly.
I glance over.
“What?”
“That whole ‘doctor ripping you apart’ situation.”
I look away again.
Out the window.
“Wasn’t personal.”
“That’s where you’re wrong,” he says.
Yeah.
Probably.
Still not dealing with it.
Lucas leans forward slightly from the front seat.
“You ever talk to her after that?”
“No.”
“You going to?”
“No.”
