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I nod.
“Then maybe doing something will get them to think twice before sending them.”
“I know it took me a while,” I begin to explain.
“Stop. You know what I’ve been through, Indie.”
I sigh, thinking back to the day Rami told me about her finally going to the police about a sexual assault she experienced when she was a teen at the hands of two family members, an experience she called as traumatizing as the event itself. It’s one of the reasons I never told her what happened that last day with Micah.
“I do, babe,” I say, and we watch each other for a while, unspeaking but saying a million things neither of us wanted to have to share with each other as the waves fizz against the shore a hundred feet away.
“Do you mind not telling Fran about Micah?” I ask. “I don’t want to wreck the retreat for her.”
Rami takes a sip of tea. “We can always tell when you’re off, you know? We’re like freaking drones that way.”
I can’t help but smile at her delivery. “I know, but… just till the retreat’s over.”
She nods before crunching on another mouthful of cereal. “Not a word, Tornada. You coming to yoga today?”
“Nooo… Today’s the wedding, remember? And that auction I’m being raffled off at.”
“Oh, fuck. I’d blanked that thing out.”
“It’s for charity, so I can’t even say no. I mean who has a charity auction at a wedding?”
“Rich people,” deadpans Rami, knowing full well that Carrie and Tom are worth a fortune between them. “Makes them feel better about stupidly extravagant nuptials.”
“I think you’ve got a point,” I giggle.
“I suppose you have to help bridezilla get ready?”
“Yeah. I’m heading over to the hotel room soon. Honestly, at this point, I’m just happy it’s nearly over.”
“I take it the moody prick staying next door will be there.”
I glance over at his balcony, seeing not a soul in sight. “Think he’ll expect a dance after dragging you out the water?”
For a second which stuns me, I see my hand slipping onto his palm, feel his fingers close around it.
“Well, he can always dream,” I sing.
18
Greyson
Ismile at Tom as he fidgets nervously for the fifteenth time in the last ten minutes. We’re standing just inside the partition, giving him a final pep talk before he walks down the aisle to wait for his bride-to-be.
“This is it,” he breathes.
“You gonna be okay?” I ask.
“Yep,” he replies, looking like he has the worst stage fright of his life. “Just if I pass out, try to catch me.”
Kennedy smirks. “Just a warning, your bride-to-be might slit your throat in front of everybody if you do that.”
“Oh, she will,” Tom concedes.
“Go on, get up there,” replies Gideon, and he curses before heading down the aisle alone to words of encouragement from the guests. He turns around briefly for moral support before saying a word to the priest who is casually dressed in long khaki pants and a loose white shirt.
