Addy snorted and rolled her eyes playfully. “That’s not a career path.”
“It is now. I’m turning it into one.” I paused. “Well, for you at least. It’s a unique opportunity.”
She poked my ribs. “I’m serious.”
“So am I.”
She rolled her eyes again but continued. “Savannah met her husband in college. His family is ridiculously wealthy. Like the kind of wealthy where their Christmas cards look like corporate brochures.”
“And what about him?”
“Nathan is a huge douchebag.” Addy grimaced, and I immediately became alert. She rarely spoke ill of anyone, so her disgust was certainly interesting.
I raised an eyebrow and drawled, “Is he now?”
“Extremely,” she confirmed. “But Savannah doesn’t care because he’s perfect on paper.”
“What does that mean?”
She wrinkled her nose. “Great job, great family, great income, great house, great everything.”
“And a terrible personality,” I finished.
“Correct.” Addy pursed her lips.
“And she married him?”
She sighed. “Yes.”
I considered that. “I’m sorry but that sounds stupid. Why would she marry someone like that?”
Addy laughed softly. “They moved to another state a couple of years ago, after they’d both finished college.”
“And you haven’t seen her since?”
She shrugged slightly. “Nope. It's mostly just been me since then.”
Her tone was casual. Too casual.
“What about friends?” I rasped, feeling a sudden tightness in my throat.
Addy was quiet for a moment and then admitted, “I don’t really have any.”
My chest felt like it was being squeezed by a rubber band.
“What? Why?” I knew my question might have been somewhat insensitive, but I needed to know.
She hesitated and simply shrugged again. “I’m not really great at all that.”
“At what?”
She huffed impatiently. “Actually making friends.”
I frowned. “Seems unlikely.”
“Well,” she said, her voice dropping to a near-whisper, “I always feel like I’m … a lot.”
“A lot? How?” I pressed, harboring certain suspicions based on what she’d told me in the past but wanting confirmation.