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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flash of hesitation there. “I’m not sure

restaurant, the cook-off, everything. I need

her mouth, maybe to say something, maybe to invite me in, but then her eyes

still talking to Karl?”

been

this conversation

I wedge my foot in the gap, a sudden burst of

just hear

down at my foot, then back up at me. “You should

but I lock eyes with her. “I won’t go. Not until

each other that much,

and for a moment, I think she’s going to slam the

steps back, and pulls the door open wider.

step inside, the smell of Chloe’s apartment envelops me—vanilla-scented candles

dinner. It’s familiar, comforting, and

Chloe says, putting her free hand on her hip and leaning

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