Sam and Bryan were still at the house. She knew she shouldn’t go. She went anyway. Inside, they were in the kitchen, sipping drinks and laughing at something on Bryan’s phone. The smell of grilled steak and roasted garlic hit her like a wave.
No one had offered her dinner. No one had even called. Bryan glanced up. “Well, look who’s here.” Sam snorted. “Hey Claire, you make any friends in there?” Claire managed a tight smile. “Actually, I’ve been cleaning it out. Trying to make it usable.” “That dump?” Sam laughed. “Good luck trying to make that place look any better.” Bryan raised his glass.