Adriane’s door was closed. I knocked, without thinking, then remembered, and felt like a gut-punched fool—until the knob turned in my grip, and Adriane opened the door.“Surprise!” She twirled for me, radiant in a strappy yellow dress. Inside the Whitman Center, it was always summer. “You’re surprised, right?”“I’m surprised.”And then there was all the hugging, crying, snot dripping, and tear wiping you’d expect. She didn’t want to hear anything about what she’d missed in the last few weeks, nor did she have anything to say about her stay and gradual recovery at the Whitman Center, except that “you can turn any place into a spa if you try hard enough, although I’ll admit the food is less than five-star.” She’d had no visitors, as far as she knew, aside from her parents, and as soon as she’d snapped out of it enough to be aware of anything, she’d asked them to make sure I stayed away, along with everyone else, until she was completely well. She couldn’t stand the idea of anyone seeing her like that; so, in true Adriane form, she explained that from here on in, we would pretend no one had.
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