Free Happy Again by Jennifer E. Smith

say?”
    And this time, she lifted the microphone, her eyes still on Graham.
    “Yes,” she said.

Epilogue
    From: [email protected]
    Sent: Friday, September 26, 2014 11:11 PM
    To: [email protected]
    Subject: what happy looks like to me
    So, I have a confession to make. I was lying before…
      
    From: [email protected]
    Sent: Friday, September 26, 2014 11:12 PM
    To: [email protected]
    Subject: re: what happy looks like to me
    You don’t say!
      
    From: [email protected]
    Sent: Friday, September 26, 2014 11:13 PM
    To: [email protected]
    Subject: re: what happy looks like to me
    Well, you sort of put me on the spot there.
      
    From: [email protected]
    Sent: Friday, September 26, 2014 11:15 PM
    To: [email protected]
    Subject: re: what happy looks like to me
    Only because you put me on the spot first.
      
    From: [email protected]
    Sent: Friday, September 26, 2014 11:16 PM
    To: [email protected]
    Subject: re: what happy looks like to me
    And look what happened: game face. Boom.
      
    From: [email protected]
    Sent: Friday, September 26, 2014 11:17 PM
    To: [email protected]
    Subject: re: what happy looks like to me
    So are you trying to tell me that happiness isn’t making a great movie with a great cast? I’m shocked!
      
    From: [email protected]
    Sent: Friday, September 26, 2014 11:18 PM
    To: [email protected]
    Subject: re: what happy looks like to me
    Well, I didn’t want to let the whole world in on the secret…
      
    From: [email protected]
    Sent: Friday, September 26, 2014 11:20 PM
    To: [email protected]
    Subject: re: what happy looks like to me
    What secret?
      
    From: [email protected]
    Sent: Friday, September 26, 2014 11:21 PM
    To: [email protected]
    Subject: re: what happy looks like to me
    Of what happy really looks like to me.
      
    From: [email protected]
    Sent: Friday, September 26, 2014 11:22 PM
    To: [email protected]
    Subject: re: what happy looks like to me
    Which is?
      
    From: [email protected]
    Sent: Friday, September 26, 2014 11:24 PM
    To: [email protected]
    Subject: re: what happy looks like to me
    This: 
      
    From: [email protected]
    Sent: Friday, September 26, 2014 11:25 PM
    To: [email protected]
    Subject: re: what happy looks like to me
    Very funny. What does it really look like?
      
    From: [email protected]
    Sent: Friday, September 26, 2014 11:26 PM
    To: [email protected]
    Subject: re: what happy looks like to me
    Isn’t it obvious?
      
    From: [email protected]
    Sent: Friday, September 26, 2014 11:27 PM
    To: [email protected]
    Subject: re: what happy looks like to me
    Not especially…
      
    From: [email protected]
    Sent: Friday, September 26, 2014 11:28 PM
    To: [email protected]
    Subject: re: what happy looks like to me
    You. It looks like you.

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Also by Jennifer E. Smith
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PROLOGUE
     
    When Aidan opens the door, Clare rises onto her tiptoes to kiss him, and for a moment, it feels like any other night.
    “Hi,” she says, once she’s stepped back again, and he smiles.
    “Hi.”
    They stare at each other for a few long seconds, neither quite sure how to begin.
    “So,” Clare says eventually.
    Aidan attempts a smile. “So.”
    “I guess this is it.”
    He