Sasha stood before Stella's house for a long moment, biting her lip as she stared at the door. Her heart beat like a drum in her chest, every part of her wanting to turn around and walk away. What if Stella slammed the door in her face? What if she hadn't truly forgiven her? What if seeing her only made things worse?
But she was tired of being alone.
And so, she knocked.
It wasn't long before the door swung open. Stella stood on the threshold, barefoot, holding a nail file in one hand, and wearing a big baggy tee with cartoon pandas on it. Her eyes widened at the sight of Sasha.
"Sasha?" she blinked like she was dreaming.
Sasha tried a nervous smile. "Hey."
Stella didn't speak for a moment. She just stared, her mouth parting. "I thought you hated me," she finally said.
"I never hate
