Molly
I stand in front of Amber’s apartment and press the bell.
“I’m coming,” she calls from inside.
A second later I hear her voice again, closer now. “Who am I looking at… Molly?”
The door swings open and Amber is standing there in a sleek nightgown, her hair wrapped in a scarf like she just stepped out of the shower. The moment she sees me, her face lights up for a second before it crumples.
I force a small smile. “Surprise.”
Her expression softens instantly and then she pulls me into a tight hug.
“My baby… it must have been so f*****g hard,” she mutters, squeezing me like she’s trying to hold me together.
I melt into her arms before I can stop myself, breathing her in, trying so hard not to cry again. My eyes sting but I blink fast. Not now. I don’t want to cry the second I st
