When We Met
Chapters (50)
- Cover
- Full Page Image
- Dedication
- Playlist
- Prologue
- Part One
- One
- Two
- Three
- Four
- Five
- Six
- Seven
- Eight
- Nine
- Ten
- Eleven
- Twelve
- Thirteen
- Fourteen
- Fifteen
- Sixteen
- Part Two
- Seventeen
- Eighteen
- Nineteen
- Twenty
- Twenty-One
- Twenty-Two
- Twenty-Three
- Twenty-Four
- Twenty-Five
- Twenty-Six
- Twenty-Seven
- Twenty-Eight
- Twenty-Nine
- Thirty
- Thirty-One
- Thirty-Two
- Thirty-Three
- Part Three
- Epilogue
- Acknowledgments
- Bonus Scene
- Marni’s Midnighters
- Spoiler Group
- About the Author
- Also by Marni Mann
- Sneak Peek of When Darkness Ends
- Sneak Peek of Even If It Hurts
Cover
Full Page Image
Dedication
To hope.
Something we could certainly use more of these days.
And to moments.
Let’s never forget them and cherish each one—always.
Playlist
“Babylon”—SZA, featuring Kendrick Lamar
“Sometimes”—H.E.R.
“Missing You”—Blake McGrath
“Take It out on Me”—Jesse Mann
“Leave (Get Out)”—Anne-Marie
“you were good to me”—Jeremy Zucker, Chelsea Cutler
“Runaway”—AURORA
“Alanis’ Interlude”—Halsey, Alanis Morissette
“Finally // beautiful stranger”—Halsey
“Cold”—Chris Stapleton
“August 10”—Khruangbin
Prologue
Emily
Beer, creamer, and leftover Chinese food—the fridge staples, of course.
I grabbed the vanilla-flavored creamer, shaking the plastic bottle wicked hard with both hands—the secret to making it frothy—and poured it over the top of the single cup I’d made. I took a small sip to make sure it was sweet enough for my bestie.
Approved, I thought as I swallowed.
I grabbed a beer as well, popping off the metal top with the corner of the counter, and I walked both drinks into our tiny bathroom, where Whitney was taking a shower.
“Which one?” I asked, leaning my back against the towel rack, holding both options in the air.
She stuck her head out of the curtain, her brown hair in a high knot with soap bubbles all the way up to her ears. “Hmm.”
“Hmm?” I felt my brows practically reach my hairline. “You’re honestly questioning this?”
She laughed, her teeth the same color as the bodywash. “Well, you did bring me options.”
“What kind of friend would I be if I chose for you?”
“Give me both. Your coffee is too good to waste.” She stuck out a sudsy arm, slipping her fingers through the mug’s loop, and immediately took a sip. “God, that’s good.” She placed it next to our shampoo and reached for the beer, also bringing that up to her lips. “And so is that, maybe even better.”
“That’s my girl.”
“Love you hard,” she said and disappeared behind the curtain.
I stood in front of the sink, running my fingers across the sides of my nose to catch the fallen eye shadow. “I’m proud of you for not washing your hair today. You’ve finally allowed the glorious invention of dry shampoo into your life.”
“What in the hell took me so long?”
“I’ve been asking you that same question every morning.” I took out a lip gloss from Whitney’s makeup bag and swiped it over my mouth. “I’d think my nagging would have been enough to convert you.”
As she chuckled into the water, I heard a sound come from her bedroom. “Lady, your phone’s ringing.”
“Will you please grab it for me?”
I put her gloss away and rushed the three steps to her doorway, following the noise to her bed, where her cell was lying on top. I lifted it into my hand, staring at the one word that appeared above the phone number.