“Promise me,” she whispers without meeting my eye. “That by Monday, this will all be back to normal. Us. This.” “We still have my sister’s wedding to get through though, and that will not be normal, I can promise you.” She groans. “Then I hope it goes by fast. Everything is easier when I don’t like you.” “Careful,” I parrot in her grandma’s voice. “Hate and love are very close to each other.”
