Thalia
A knock broke through the stillness of the room.
I sat up and stared at the door. The last thing I wanted was company, but that clearly wasn't my decision to make.
With a quiet sigh, I crossed the room and reached for the handle. My fingers lingered there longer than they should have before I finally pulled the door open.
Isolde stood there with a small box tucked against her side and a smile on her face.
"Hello, Raleigh."
"Hello, Isolde," I replied, managing a smile.
"Can I come in?"
"Yeah, sure."
I stepped aside and held the door open for her.
"So, what have you been up to today, dear friend?"
Friend?
Was she really serious about that?
Why?
She was a few years older than me, beautiful, confident—everything I wasn't. What would someone like her want with a mutt like m
