Hannah's POV

　　The bar had grown a little louder as the night wore on, the clinking of glasses and low hum of conversation blending into the background as I sat across from Aubrey, my heart heavy.

　　I had spilled everything to her, my fears, my frustrations, and my uncertainty about Christian. She listened quietly, nodding as I let the words flow, my fingers tracing the rim of my drink absentmindedly.

　　"I just don't know what to do, Aubrey," I said, my ...