Regrets

Tessa sat at the small round table in her apartment with a glass of expensive whiskey she had not truly earned. The ice clinked like a metronome. She had been trying to imagine the way Chloe’s laugh would sound, sharp, mocking, then bright and failing.

Chloe had been complicated and cruel, she had also been a companion in the way that only messy history could make two women. Tessa replayed the memories unspooling: late night fights that ended in cigarette smoke and apologies made ...