The following morning was sunny and humid but Tiffany felt as if she carried a weight with her. She was uneasy and her mind whirled with thoughts about all that had happened.
The strain between her and Riley still hung in the air like a mist. Their friendship was no longer the safe haven it used to be. It was now filled with looks that contained secrets,with moments of silence that echoed with the memory of what they had done.
Tiffany was on her bed, mindlessly swiping through her phone. A message from Cole appeared. “Are you awake? I'm on my way to the gym, but I will stop by the bakery. Do you need anything?”
“Anything’s fine.” Tiffany replied.
She kept staring at the screen, long after she had sent the text. Lately, Cole has been kind, observant and constantly checking to see if she
