Kelly's POV
The knock came just as I was standing in front of the fridge pretending that staring at it long enough would magically produce dinner.
I had already opened and closed it twice. The light hummed softly. Inside there was a half carton of eggs, a container of leftovers I no longer trusted, a bottle of water and a jar of something that might once have been sauce.
My stomach growled in protest as I shut the door and leaned my forehead against the cool metal.
Another knock. Louder this time.
I frowned and checked the time on my phone. It's almost eight pm. No one visited me unannounced, and Hope would have texted first. My chest tightened for a stupid half-second before I shook the thought away and crossed the apartment.
When I finally opened the door, Dylan stood there holdi
