#Chapter 312: Your Hands on Me

Abby Karl hands me my coat with a sympathetic look in his eyes. “Put this on,” he says. “I promised you breakfast.” “Oh.” I take my coat with a slight chuckle. “I got so caught up in the goodbyes that I guess I forgot.” Karl shrugs. “I kinda figured. You still want to go, though, right?” I pause, turning to face the hallway mirror. I just threw on a pair of jeans and a sweater this morning, and it was all I could do to brush my teeth. The woman that stares back from my reflection has dark circles under her red-rimmed eyes, and her hair is disheveled. “I look like a mess,” I say, half to myself. “I should probably fix my hair and put on some makeup before I go anywhere. But, yes, I’d still like to go.” Karl, still standing beside me, glances over at me. “I don’t think that’s necessary,” he says, his voice gentle. “But look at these dark circles, and my eyes are still red from crying,” I argue, pointing at my reflection. “And my hair looks like I just rolled out of b