Thanks be to Ms. EBT.
I grab the keys from Ben and take Bella away from the funeral home.
She's quiet as I drive around. I finally decide to stop at a restaurant for lunch.
Maybe food will help her.
And I'm right.
She doesn't say much at first, but we end up talking about what we've been up to since high school.
It shocks me to know that she knows a lot about me.
I ask about her, and she tells me about Brown, being a copy editor in Chicago, and Charlie.
She mentions she doesn't date much, and my insides churn.
"Is− Is that my fault? What Edward and I did?"