Abby

It’s a short walk to Chloe’s apartment, but it seems to drag on forever as my mind whirls with possibilities.

What will I say to Chloe? Will she even want to speak to me? What if this truly is the end of our friendship?

When I finally reach her door, my hand hesitates in the air, hovering over the doorbell. This needs to be

done, I remind myself, and I press the button.

The door swings open, and I’m met with Chloe’s look of surprise. There’s a glass of wine in her slightly

shaking hand, and her eyes are wide.

“Abby? What are you doing here?” she asks, her voice as cold as ice.

“I know it’s late, but I needed to talk to you,” I respond. “Please. Are you busy?”

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flicker. There’s a flash of hesitation there. “I’m not sure if I

I insist. “It’s about the restaurant, the cook-off, everything. I need

to say something, maybe to invite me in, but

still talking to Karl?”

“Yes, Karl’s been helping me

conversation

foot in the gap, a sudden burst of desperate

Can’t you just hear

my foot, then back up at me. “You

My voice shakes, but I lock eyes

each other that

moment, I think she’s going to slam the door on my foot.

the

the smell of Chloe’s apartment envelops me—vanilla-scented candles and

comforting, and

her hip and leaning against the

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