Realizing she couldnt sway Bryson, Hannah resignedly said, Alright, Ill see you then.


    Ending the call, Hannah turned and noticed Peterson watching her, his expression unreadable.


    Whats on your mind? she inquired.


    Peterson offered a weak smile.


    Being your friend must be something special.


    What do you mean? Hannah asked, puzzled.


    Ive always envied those around you, Peterson confessed, his voice deep and somber.


    Ive never felt loved or valued, ever since I was young.


    My birth wasnt exactly celebrated.