“And maybe…” It was pressing her luck, but she didn’t care. “Maybe when your book is out, we can celebrate.” She hoped by then she would have her life a little more figured out, or at the very least, the haze in her head would be gone. Andrew deserved her feelings front and center, not hidden in a fog. She wanted him to meet that side of her, the happy, non-hazy Nora who didn’t show up at his doorstep on a whim or hide from his sincerity. Maybe by then she would be herself again, and he would get to meet her.
