The light rap on my door pulls me out of my textbook, getting up to answer even though I already know who it is. I can sense Eve on the other side, like a distant calling, and move to let her in. It’s late. Been a long day of unpacking before Toya went to her room, and I was finally winding down. Now my room is habitable and like a home away from home; the last thing I need is a late-night visit from Eve. It can only mean drama.
“Hey, Sissy….. Thought I would come give you a housewarming gift.” Eve smiles. Sarcasm is evident in her cocky tone. Holding out a wrapped box to me as she slides past to throw herself on my bed. Slumping down like she’s had the hardest lazy Sunday, and I stare dubiously at it, c*****g my head and watching her with suspicion, as gifts are not her thing.
“It's not
