Maggie couldn't put off the call any longer. Of everything she'd dealt with since the assault, she'd dreaded this the most. Shutting herself into her room, she sank into a chair and dialed.
"Well, if it isn't my favorite Southern belle. I guess you finally took that edict to check out seriously. It's been ages!"
"Hey, Genevieve."
"God, I've missed you. Tell me you're feeling like a functional human again."
"I am. You may officially leverage the 'I told you so' I rightfully deserve."
"Not even necessary. I'm just glad you're feeling better. How is everything?"
"Good. Crazy. My sister's getting married next week."
"Wait, which one?"
"Athena. The chef."
"Did I even know she was engaged?"
"That only happened three weeks ago." It felt like three months.