Noon rolled around before Hazel made herself pick at what was left of the BLTs. Her appetite remained elusive. No matter how faithfully she tried to devote herself to Days of Our Lives reruns, she couldn’t stop replaying Dylan’s parting shot in her head. It spun in and out of focus like a screeching, broken record. Hazel should have asked him to stay. She should’ve said It’s not you, it’s me. Clichés were cheap, but no cheaper than putting blame where there was none. She couldn’t get over the chance that maybe some of what he’d said was true. Maybe he did want her—and not just to smack around in bed. She rose from the couch to dispose of the sandwich wrappers. The trashcan overflowed. She needed to take it down the curb, get at least one thing done for the day. Anxiety bit at her insides. Sadie had recommended that she go for a walk. So why the makeup? Hazel blinked at her reflection, mindful of smearing the mascara she’d just applied. Why the push-up bra? She donned a black T-shirt and a pair of jeans.
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