“I’m not planning on leaving her or anything. We’re still friends.” “I know,” Farrow breathes out. “She knows that?” Maybe I need to reassure her more. Maybe I didn’t do a good job on the Hale’s roof. Can’t even remember all the things I said. Everything is a fucking blur. My vision gets hazy as tears invade, and I wipe them away roughly. “It wouldn’t hurt to tell her again,” Farrow says.
