Megan had never been an argumentative sort of person. She hated arguing, and hated arguing with Justin even more. She didn’t really want to argue with him anymore. So when Justin sat down next to her, Megan folded her hands in her lap, clutching them tightly but said nothing.
“Terrible.” Megan said, glancing first at Justin, then her hands. She’d been told to be coy about it, to tell him she was better off without him, to show him she wasn’t missing him at all, except she couldn’t. She couldn’t bring herself to lie, because all she could think about was that she missed him, that she wanted him to say he’d missed her too. “How have you been?”