Selene:
Taking coffee breaks in the park feels like the ultimate escape when you’re drowning in a hospital schedule. I slump back on the bench, utterly drained. That six-hour surgery nearly had me keeling over from exhaustion.
Avery clinks her coffee cup against mine, a soft giggle escaping her as she drapes an arm over my shoulder and rests her head against me. “Cheers to stealing a moment of peace,” she says with a grin.
I let out a deep sigh, sinking into the moment. This is exactly the kind of rest I’ve been craving.
“I’m hosting a little get-together at my place on Sunday,” Avery says again. “I was hoping you’d come. And, hey, maybe after everyone leaves, you could crash at my place?”
Her words hang in the air for a moment as I grow quiet. I already know I can’t make it.
