The last goddamn thing she expected was someone from Constance to visit a fucking Canadian city, let alone him, oh God she wanted to crawl into a hole and die right here in this museum. Esme had left New York behind years ago and was finally finally starting to get her life together after being able to make up classes and graduate a couple of months ago with Frankie, who by the way looked completely concerned with her.

“I’m fine don’t worry,” but of course she wasn’t when she managed to look away and still have everyone hear Max yell “YOU” across the room… because that’s just the life she led apparently.