"No, Aimes, it isn't Saturday," Maeve answers, stepping through a few more people so she can wrap Aimee up in a hug. Trust her best friend to drive straight into Darrow without even realizing something has happened and Maeve laughs as she squeezes Aimee tighter, knowing she's probably freaking her out a little and unable to care.

It's been over a year and this feels so good.