He comes up to the foot of the bed staring down at me, looking unsure of himself, ‘Uh, okay, so I’ll just sleep on the couch and….’ ‘Oh, sh...t up. Just sleep here with me, you idiot. It’s not a big deal.’ I open the sheets for him on his side of the bed. He still looks unsure, but very relieved at the idea of getting to sleep in a bed and lies down next to me. I haven’t been this close to him since we were 17, so it’s been a few years. We grew apart, then we were just friends, now it’s been. The guys grabbed their cooler and bags and we began to make our way. After walking the trail, we made our way onto the bay and picked a spot to set up our towels and blankets. As we were setting up, I was a bit surprised to see that there was almost nobody out on the beach. I guess since it was a weekday, most people were working. We finished setting up the towels and whatnot before taking a walk down to the waters edge and sticking our feet in. We then returned back to our towels, where I. So many afternoons and nights he had stood in this kitchen, asking me to unburden myself, listening attentively, not judging.Just like now.God, he was the perfect husband.“And what did the police say?”“That they couldn’t do anything, basically. I had to catch him in the act and have proof of everything and-”“-and you still haven’t seen his face.”“I didn’t. I mean,” I trailed off, shame overwhelming me.“I know it’s hard, Emma. It’s okay.”It wasn’t okay at all!What sort of woman didn’t even try. It seemed odd to me at first she wasn’t sure what utensil to use. Imagine though if you had always eaten fried chicken with your fingers and suddenly you are at a fancy restaurant and they think you are gauche for wanting to pick it up and eat like a barbarian. You might have a moment of pause to wonder how you are supposed to eat a chicken wing without picking it up.Anna looked up from her plate and started to tease me. “You slept over in Hayden’s room last night! You slept over in Hayden’s.