"Your legs are fine. You're being dramatic."
"I'm being accurate. There's a difference. He broke me. I'm suing."
Aurora hauled Addison upright and wrapped one arm around her waist, supporting Addison's weight while Addison pretended to resist and actually leaned into it. They crossed the living room together, Aurora's orange hair catching the lamplight and Addison's black and purple disaster contrasting against it.
And then all five of us were standing in the kitchen in various states of undress and ruin, and Aurora said, "Get in here, you disaster," and pulled me forward by the arm, and Belle pressed against my left and Naomi pressed against my right and Aurora wrapped around my front with Addison sandwiched between us protesting loudly and profanely and not pulling away.
