"Yeah," she agreed uselessly. Perhaps if she hadn't disappeared to the tundra there would've been hope for her and Mr. Hatchitt. Their letter exchange was over now, though, and she was so over it. (Or, if she wasn't over it she would soon be, anyway.)
Chugging the mug of coffee, Fallon refilled it once more. "I'm going to go back to bed," she muttered. "Thanks for making breakfast."
Chugging the mug of coffee, Fallon refilled it once more. "I'm going to go back to bed," she muttered. "Thanks for making breakfast."