All those messages Jordan had left on Hennessy’s voicemail over the last few days seemed different now. She thought she’d been ringing to make sure Hennessy was all right, to reassure her that Jordan was awake, but now she thought maybe that wasn’t it at all. Maybe she’d just called to find out if Hennessy had finally killed herself, so that she could stop holding her breath and start to move on. Maybe those weren’t really phone calls at all. Maybe they’d just been flowers at the grave of a friend she used to love a lot.
