The Thing About Guy

Havermouth, Present Time

Rhett stood apart, watching her turn and drive away, and she hoped that it wasn’t the start of a separation of the Triquetra “Because you need to feel guilty, as well as traumatized, not,” she muttered to herself as she pulled out onto the main street.

She found enough coin in the center console to buy a meal at the local drive-through, but as she contemplated what to eat, she found that her hunger had gone, smothered beneath the pain and wrongness that she was feeling. “Keep it together, Aislen,” she told herself. “Don’t touch the bad candy.”

She ordered all the unhealthiest things on the menu in a deliberate effort to prove to herself that she was okay, and stuffed some fries into her mouth, chewing stubbornly as she drove to her father’s house, trying to convince herself that they tasted better than sawdust.

She pulled up, and eased her way out of the car, her feet letting her know that she’d given them a terrible time. Her whole body ached, the skin tha