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"because I couldn't believe what I was seeing and I couldn't make myself look away."
    Hannah had no idea what to say. She imagined being in Taylor's position and knew she would absolutely hate having a memory like that. "You wanna get drunk?" Hannah asked, unable to think of a better solution. "I don't have to work tomorrow."
    Taylor smiled. "I'm up for drinking," she said.
    Hannah made Taylor put on something besides her pajamas and the two of them set off to get supplies for an evening at the house. Taylor wanted to get a cup of coffee while they were out, but she couldn't really show her face at Common Grounds since she called in sick. They pulled through Starbucks even though they both felt like a couple of traitors for doing it. They also went to the liquor store to get supplies for making frozen White Russians, Taylor's favorite. Unfortunately, the liquor store didn't have ice cream, which was a key ingredient, so they made a stop at the grocery store. They needed to do that anyway since overeating was a given on a night like this.
    Hannah asked at one point if Taylor wanted to call Molly, or Anne, or any of her other friends to come hang out with them, but Taylor said Gina and Kent would probably be returning home, and she wasn't sure how many people she wanted to tell, anyway. She was reasonably sure that she would end up being honest with her close friends about it. It just seemed natural to share something of that magnitude with the people you know and love.
    It was dinnertime when they finished their errands and Taylor called in an order from her favorite Japanese restaurant on their way home. Noodles and sushi—the ultimate comfort food. Taylor new she'd have a hard time being alone for a little while and was thankful and relieved that Hannah didn't mind hanging out.

Chapter 5
     
     
     
    Ben had been out of town for the past few days. It was a chilly evening in Nashville—much colder than Miami, which was where he'd been. He didn't really care about the cold, though. He was nice and toasty in the brand new SUV that had been waiting for him at the airport when he touched down. It had all the bells and whistles, and Ben sat in it pushing buttons for several minutes like a kid in a candy store before he drove it home.
    He went to the airport in his pick-up truck, and only found out 24 hours earlier that the new vehicle would be waiting for him when he returned. His old truck was the same one he had when he joined the military years ago. It wasn't even new when he got it in high school and had issues from lying idle in his parents' backyard for so many years.
    This new one came as a bonus with his job, and until he laid eyes on it, he didn't know what kind of vehicle it would be. They'd just sent him a text with directions to pick it up in the same parking spot where he'd left his truck and that the keys would be in the glove compartment. He smiled and cranked the stereo on his way home.
    The SUV was extremely nice—something he'd choose for himself. He couldn't comprehend that they just bought him a truck like it went along with the job, but there was a title in the glove compartment with his name on it.
    It was Monday around dinnertime when he pulled up at the apartment he shared with his sister, Molly. He knew she'd be there because he'd just talked to her a few minutes ago when he landed. He called to let her know he was back in town and would be home shortly.
    Molly was standing in the kitchen with a hand on her hip when he opened the door. He knew she was on edge when he'd talked to her earlier, but the girl standing in front of him was more upset than he imagined. She looked at him with narrowed eyes as he came in, sat his bag down, and took off his shoes.
    "Good to see you too," he said, giving her a look like she might explode any second.
    "Ben, what in the world are you driving out there?" She threw her hand to the side, pointing out the window toward the parking lot. She'd apparently taken note of the