“Well,” she said, holding her glass. “That sounds just like you, Hannah. Quiet. Simple. Peaceful.”
A few people gave nervous laughs. I looked at my mother, but she was staring at the tablecloth as if it was the most interesting thing in the world. Robert finished the legal talk, but I didn’t hear much of it. It wasn’t the cabin that bothered me; it was the silence. My father hadn’t been gone for even a day, and the room had already decided I was just a footnote in his life.
Later, as people were leaving, Megan caught me in the hall. “You should go see it,” she said in a bright, fake voice. “It might suit you more than you think.”
“Maybe I will,” I said, picking up my bag.
“You always did like simple things,” she added with a shrug. I walked past her before I said something I’d regret for years.
