Danielle lay in her bed staring at the message from Seth, the words spiking her anxiety. Why had she messaged him again? To talk. She knew it was to talk.
"Sure, noon? I can bring food. Lily can make everything."
She'd replied simply, "Sure, noon, nothing fancy for the food." Now, sitting in the quiet of the room, she let out a small sigh. It felt like everything was still trying to settle into place, but it wasn’t quite there yet. Not yet.
She offered to meet him. She asked for this. Knowing that didn't help calm her racing heart though.
She needed to get up.
She set her phone down, eyes drifting to the open windows. The fans had been placed back in last night, courtesy of Christina, who had, surprisingly, made an effort to show she understood. After their brief argument earlier in t
