Emily
It had been almost two days since I had heard anything from anyone. Michael wasn’t answering his phone, nor was Jack. Hell, I even tried Hana, but that went straight to voicemail. I finally sent an urgent text to Jack: Fucking call me or I’m filing a missing persons report on you too!!!!
I had sort of looped Adam into what was going on—he just thought Hana was being Hana again, unable to choose between Jack and Michael. I didn’t want him to know that his best friend had potentially just put himself in grave danger. He didn’t even bat an eyelid when I shot up while we ate brunch at home, telling him I had to take Hana’s call; I almost had a heart attack when I saw that it was actually Hana’s number calling.
“Hana!” I answered, out of breath while I stood in our tiny bathroom.
“Em,” she breathed out.
The relief of finally hearing her voice made me sob. I fully believed that they were all dead in some fucking townhouse in Cos Cob.
“Where the fuck are you? Are you okay?” I asked between my tears.
“Yes, Em. I’m okay. I’m with Jack right now. And Michael,” she explained calmly.
My heart dropped again. “Both of them?”
Hana laughed. “Yeah. Both of them. Things are…they’re good now, Em,” she said with a smile in her voice.
I was rendered speechless. “What?”
She fucking laughed again.
“No seriously, Hana. What? And they’re both alive?” My brain just couldn’t comprehend what was going on.
“Yeah. You wanna FaceTime?” she asked casually.
I almost burst into tears again. We hadn’t FaceTimed in months.
“Please,” I choked out.
The FaceTime tone rang, and I immediately answered. Hana popped up on the screen, fresh faced, wet hair, and a big smile.
“I’m so fucking happy to see you, banana. You have no idea,” I said, letting tears stream down my face.
Hana gave me a frown. “Oh, I’m sorry, Em. I didn’t mean to make you cry.”
“Oh, shush, Han. Tell me what the fuck is going on right now. Everything!” I demanded as I wiped away my tears.
Hana let out big sigh. “Well, basically…me and Michael and Jack are together now. We’re like…you know, together.” She gave me her classic crooked smile before finally looking at me.
“Hana Anne Miller or Maynor or what the fuck ever. You’re fucking with me.”
I still couldn’t comprehend. Jack went over there ready to kill Michael, and now they’re all magically fucking?
Hana let out another laugh before she spoke. “No, I’m not fucking with you. It’s…a lot to explain, but I’m happy right now, Em. I’m very, very happy.”
I could see my eyes widen in the video preview at the bottom right of the screen.
“But like…what? How?” I needed to know how this came about.
“I gave them no other choice. I didn’t want them to keep fighting over me. I couldn’t choose. So it was either this or nothing,” she explained nonchalantly.
“And…so…you decided this?”
Hana nodded.
“Han, I’m happy for you but I’m also thoroughly confused. I can’t imagine either of them being okay with this,” I told her, my mind still blown.
Hana shrugged. “Like I said. I gave them no other choice: share me or leave. They’re happy to have me in any way they can get me.”
I smiled; I was liking this confident, bold, self-aware Hana.
“Okay. If things are going so well, then let’s hang out,” I suggested then held my breath.
Hana looked up from her phone; were the guys in the room with her? She smiled and looked back down at the phone.
“Sure. Why don’t you come out here to the house? We can have some alone time to chat.”
I tried to contain my excitement. “I’d love to. Text me the address.”