When Betty got home, she dropped her bag by the door and kicked off her boots, the warmth of the cabin wrapping around her like a familiar hug. She barely had time to shrug out of her coat before her phone was already pressed to her ear.
She fed every single detail to Veronica, who reacted exactly the way Betty expected, loud, dramatic, and breathless.
“My goodness, really, Betty?” Veronica practically screamed through the phone.
“Yes, really,” Betty sighed, lowering herself onto the couch. She leaned back, staring at the wooden ceiling beams as if they might offer answers.
“Awww. Maybe you two might be destined together,” Veronica said, her voice softening with excitement.
“Oh, Vero, stop saying rubbish,” Betty replied, though a small smile tugged at her lips.
“I’m not saying rubbis
