Chapter 8
“Hey, Honor.” Greg slips in the front door. As far as she knows it’s the first he’s visited her. He didn’t even visit the hospital. She wonders if he even realizes that she hasn’t been home since before her attack on campus.
“Hi,” Honor says softly. He studies her for a while, taking in the gash on her forehead and the bruising around her neck, still ugly and purplish.
“I heard what happened, I’m sorry I haven’t been around.” Greg starts to make the excuses Honor would expect. “I’ve been really busy with the new professor and then I thought I’d just wait until you came back home, but got your message that you decided to stay with your mom for a few days.”
Never mind that she left that message two days ago when she was discharged from the hospital.
“It’s fine, Greg. I figured
