NATALIA
I froze on my spot, hearing the spite in Ivy’s voice. I have no idea who she’s talking to, but she’s definitely angry with this person. I’ve never even heard her that spiteful. Definitely not threatening someone like that.
I inched closer, wanting to hear the person’s voice on the other end of the line, but it was too loud in the restaurant for me to focus.
What am I doing anyway? Why am I spying on my own best friend like she’s some kind of criminal? I should just ask her and tell her I’m worried about her, which is nothing but true. But what if she takes it the wrong way? Anyone would get upset if they were being suspected of something outstretched.
What am I suspecting her of in the first place, anyway? That I find her not herself at times, just because she doesn’t seem to b
