Grae: Would you two stop sexting? Wren and I need to bawl our eyes out for the fifty millionth time as Beth dies, and then she has to go to work. Me: I’d rather come home to strippers than Little Women AGAIN. I shoved my phone into the console and pulled out of the parking lot, a smile still pulling at my mouth. God, I’d missed this: the razzing from Grae, the banter with Wren, feeling like I had my family back.
