EVIE’S POV
By Saturday morning, Bailey had decided I was no longer allowed to mope.
Unfortunately, nobody had informed me there would be a vote.
I’d barely finished my first cup of tea when she appeared at my flat armed with enough determination to overthrow a small government.
“No.”
She pointed at me.
“We’re going out.”
I looked at Kayleigh.
“Help me.”
Kayleigh shrugged.
“We’re going out.”
Traitor.
Absolute traitor.
Within an hour I was being dragged through the city centre whilst the pair of them debated whether I desperately needed new clothes.
I maintained that I didn’t.
They maintained I was wrong.
Somewhere around the fourth shop I stopped arguing.
Partly because I was losing.
Mostly because it was nice.
Normal.
The sort of normal I’d spent a long time forgetting
