Henry holds up my phone that I left on the coffee table at the cabin. “You forgot this.” His tone is friendly enough. I peel myself off the couch to weave through the bodies to him, feeling so many eyes boring into us. I wrap my arms around his waist. “I’m sorry. I didn’t realize it was so late. I just swung by to say hello.” “Swung? Or were carried...,” he murmurs
