I wasn't sure I'd survive Hayden and Tripp leaving me again. Their stay hadn't been long enough, and it never would be, but she'd be back in a couple months. Davis would be here the week after next between international jobs. Never in a million years would I have believed Davis Inman and I would become such good friends. And Hayden stayed shoved up my ass. I bitched about it, but her daily Skype calls were the highlight of my afternoons.
It was hard to see her in my old house and not be there, but even worse was when she called from Quill and I recognized the office around her. She was always alone, but it was a harsh truth I preferred not to face. The last time she'd done it, I hadn't stopped sobbing until long after we'd disconnected, and she had promised never to call from work again.