It strangely made her feel good. She had figured that Andrew had totally hated her and would take a great pleasure in taking her out rather than have the whole ordeal eat him up. Andrew was good at holding grudges. It all still seemed fishy. She knew Andrew well enough. She was sure he was sad when she left, but she was also sure that he would harness that sadness and quickly turn it into bitter hatred.
"I miss him," she said softly, "But it's too late for us. It'd be nice to see him, though. Maybe I should pay him a visit."