called Chris, walking into the den, only to stop and stare at us sprawled over each other, tearstained and passing around a tub of ice cream. “Whoa—what happened?” “I killed the mood,” I said, blowing my nose. “You okay?” he asked, bending down. I nodded. “I’m getting there,” I said, smiling. “Thanks.” “Is it safe to come in?” called Bryan from the doorway, looking at us, horrified. “Is this a girly thing and I should leave chocolate and drag out Chris?” The four of us burst out laughing. “Hannah, you’ve trained him well,” I said, laughing. She smiled as he hugged her. “I know,” she said, cuddling into his chest. “No, it’s okay, Bry.” “You sure?” he asked. I turned to Mary Elizabeth. “Feeling third wheel?” I asked, watching Sam and Hannah both get cuddled by boys who loved them.
