OLIVIA
The moment I got home, I didn’t even bother taking my shoes off before dialing Miya’s number. My hands were shaking, my heart was doing this weird, nervous fluttering thing, and all I knew was that I needed to talk to someone — specifically, her.
She picked up on the third ring, her voice soft and tired. “Hey, Olivia.”
“Miya,” I said quickly, pacing through my room. “Can you come over? Like, right now?”
There was a pause, just long enough to make my stomach twist. “Right now?” she asked, sounding off.
“Yeah,” I said. “Please.”
Another pause. Then a quiet sigh. “Okay. I’ll be there soon.”
The call ended before I could ask what was wrong. I stared at my phone for a second, frowning. That wasn’t like her. Miya was usually loud, dramatic, and bursting with energy — not qui
