Guilt and aggravation and just plain dread warred in my chest as I crossed the room before dropping back onto the couch. My beer sat on the coffee table in front of me, still full, condensation forming at the neck of the bottle and running down the glass to pool on the wood underneath. I picked it up and brought it to my lips.

It was going to be a fucking long night.

Jensen jogged beside me on the trail. “Yeah, I’m probably the worst person to talk to about this,” he said. “I’ve dealt with Hanna’s head-in-the-sand shit for years.”

“No, see,” I said, glancing over at him, “this is where you tell me it’s normal to get in a fight like this one week after a wedding.”

This made him laugh dryly, and only then did I realize what I’d said.

I pulled up short, stopping in the middle of the trail. “Jens, I don’t mean—”

“You want me to tell you what’s normal one week after a wedding?” he asked, bending to cup his knees and catch his breath.

“Sorry,” I said, shaking my head. “Dude, that was totally inconsiderate. I am a prick.”

He waved off my apology with a flick of his hand before straightening. “Given that my wife—previously my girlfriend of nine years—told me one week after our wedding that she wasn’t sure we were meant to be together, I’d say that you and Hanna are just fine. It’s a really stressful time, that’s all.”

“I guess.” I looked past us, down the trail at the line of mothers and jogging strollers headed our way. I hadn’t stopped feeling nauseated for hours now.

We stepped off to the side, on the grass, and Jensen pulled a water bottle from that dorky jogging belt of his.

“Hanna has laser focus,” he said, and then took a drink. “It’s what makes her great at what she does, and shitty at multitasking. I suppose I should give her some credit for consistency.”

I couldn’t help but laugh.

“She’s just trying to be an adult,” he said. “Maybe she thinks this is how adults deal with stuff. Sort of stoically.”

I groaned, knowing he was right, and marveling at how fucking easy it was for him to come to this conclusion.

“Well, that makes sense, given that she told me I was treating her like a child last night.”

Jensen’s laugh boomed out in the chilly morning air. “Good luck with that one, Will.” He pretended to wipe away a tear. “Holy shit, I don’t think seeing you two stumble through marriage will ever get old.”

My cell rang on the bedside table, startling me awake. I picked it up, swiping the screen and squinting at the clock: just past three in the morning.

The last time I’d looked at the clock was only fifteen minutes ago.