RENEE
“I’m worried, Nicole.”
Nicole raised her brows and drew her gaze away from the TV screen. “Huh? “What about?”
Pacing in front of my best friend, I ran my hand through my strawberry blonde hair, tugging at it to relieve some of my anxiety.
I shook my head and stared at the floor, letting out a shaky laugh. “Who about, rather. It’s Robert. I’m worried about him.”
“Oh.” Nicole’s face softened, and she leaned forward from the couch she was sitting on, resting her elbows on her knees and clasping her hands together.
Her lips pursed as she watched me pace, and I could see her perplexity and concern deep in her chestnut-brown eyes.
“What’s wrong? Talk to me.”
With a groan, I stopped and plopped my ass on the same couch as her. Wrapping my arms around myself for comfort, I stared
