The doorbell rang faintly across Sasha's apartment. She hesitated at first, tightening the robe around her body, her mind still tangled with everything that had unfolded the past few days. About Evan and his threats.
When she opened the door, Stella stood there, her hair loosely tied, a faint exhaustion clinging to her face.
Sasha's lips parted. "Stella..."
Her friend forced a small smile, stepping in. "I thought I'd come check on you. It's been a while."
Sasha stepped aside silently, letting her in. The air between them was heavy...like they both had too much unsaid, too much held back.
"Sit," Sasha murmured, moving toward the couch.
Stella lowered herself onto the cushions carefully, placing her bag by her feet. Sasha sat across from her at first, studying her friend, then sighed a
