The drive back from Boston was quiet, the kind of comfortable quiet that came after a weekend away. Garrett's hand rested on Hannah's thigh as he drove, his thumb tracing lazy circles against the denim of her jeans. Logan and Grace sat in the back, Grace asleep against Logan's shoulder, her dark hair spilling across his chest.

The city skyline had faded into the familiar stretch of highway hours ago, replaced now by the tree-lined roads that led into Briar. Campus would be busy on a Sunday afternoon, students filtering back from weekends home, the parking lots around the dorms already starting to fill.

Garrett turned the car onto the street that led to Hannah's dorm first, then the hockey house. He'd drop her off, make sure she was settled, then head home himself. That had been the plan since they'd left Boston.

He said it easily, like there was no question at all. But Garrett hadn't been the one on the phone with Allie three days ago, listening to her cry. He hadn't heard the way her voice cracked when she said Sean wasn't going to let her go this time.

Hannah had spent the whole weekend pretending she wasn't worried. It hadn't worked.