“How are you feeling?” I could tell by Aly’s tone—forced casualness—that she expected me to jump down her throat for asking the question.
Scared. Angry. Sad, I thought. But all I said out loud was, “A little better, maybe.”
Aly wrinkled her forehead and c****d her head to the side. Clearly, she hadn’t prepared herself for me to be pleasant. After a moment, her eyes narrowed. “What exactly did you and River do yesterday?” she asked, like we might have held up a gas station and gone on a crime spree across the country, all in the span of just a few hours.
“We went to Mexico, had some tequila, eloped with a pair of drug smugglers, and took part-time jobs as exotic dancers. You know, same old, same old.”
Aly snorted.
“I’m torn on stripper names. It’s either going to be Lady Love or Wolfsb
