"Hit me."
We all look at Hannah, whose expression is a combination of deadly serious and excited. Tabitha sighs deeply and rolls her eyes. "You have to wait your turn."
My lips twitch at the crestfallen look on Hannah's face. She tosses her cards down with a huff, crosses her arms and waits impatiently for her turn. Even if she's slightly annoyed that it's not her turn, it's good to see Hannah having fun again. She's been far too quiet and serious since I moved back to Sanctuary. The past year has taken its toll on her.
It's taken a toll on all of us. My gaze travels the table, lingering on the faces of the women who have been diligently helping me put Sanctuary back together again. We're a ragtag group, different ages, s****l orientations and races, but we're damn good at what we do.
