A check-in attendant became available, and they shuffled forward together. Rainy might not have grandfathered-in relationships, but if Viola were here, she’d be standing with Rainy, making sarcastic comments about the whole situation. As Rainy stood in the center of their little luggage brigade, she slipped her phone from her back pocket and texted her friend. If partners existed in this strange Tiger Mountain square dance, Viola was hers.

The hotel is gold.

Stop bragging, came the quick reply. One corner of Rainy’s mouth lifted at Viola’s snarky humor.

Anything yet? Rainy asked.

The only thing arriving today is four inches of snow. This baby is stubborn. How are things there?

There’s a really bad rainstorm. Girls are freaking out.

Rain is better than snow, Viola texted back, and Rainy scrunched up her nose in disagreement. Sitting by the fire while the world outside was still and white sounded nice.

Is Tara still acting weird?

Rainy glanced over at the check-in desk, where a receptionist was handing Tara their room keys. She was gesturing wildly, probably making jokes about how she was going to get lost every time she left the room. She sent one last text to Viola.

It’s like she’s mad at me about something.

She slid her phone into her back pocket and smiled at Tara and Braithe as they made their way over. Tara didn’t make eye contact with her as she passed Rainy her room key. Rainy looked around their little group to see if anyone else had noticed, and then felt foolish. Braithe caught her staring at Tara and gave her a weird what’s going on? look.

Rainy shrugged, embarrassed at being caught. She was being crazy; of course she was. Making things up in her head. She got like this with relationships sometimes, trying to find things wrong that weren’t there. How many therapists had confirmed she had trust issues? Not that she needed to be told that, but it stung a little every time she had to hear it. The truths you didn’t want to hear, right? She could accept that she avoided most relationships because of what she’d experienced. What she could not accept was when a well-meaning therapist tried to tie that distrust to her mother, painting her as weak and unable to protect her daughter. Rainy did not have trust issues because of what her mother had done; she had issues because of what was done to her mother. If they started in on her mother, she’d look for a new therapist. That’s how it went.