Sush was in an ash gray dress that hung from her shoulders by thin straps, the length of her skin stretching from her neck, down her arms and hands was on full display. Her hair was loose from her usual ponytail, the pink headband no longer in sight but her necklace still sat in its usual place. 

She hadn’t seen Greg yet but felt a buzz in her purse and her footsteps slowed as she dug through it. Her knitted brows eased into a soft line when she saw the caller ID, swiping to answer as her head swung around, looking for him, which was when their eyes locked and...