Two weeks. Two long weeks. That was how long it had been since Hannah had seen Garrett in person. Sitting downtown at her favorite restaurant on McGavock with her mom, she was trying desperately to stay involved in the conversation they were having, but it was becoming harder and harder to keep her mind from wandering.
"Hannah," Elizabeth Stewart snapped her fingers. "Are you even paying attention to me?"
"Sorry, Mom, I zoned out there for a minute," she apologized, looking down at her barely eaten sushi. What was normally her favorite meal when she was home just didn't hold the appeal that it usually did. "I didn't sleep very well last night."
"Miss your husband?"
Hannah's face burned hot. How did she tell her mom that memories of the two of them together kept her up at night? Those l
