Clara:
“What if I grabbed some ice-cream on the way to your house? We could drink wine, watch that favourite series of yours, and scroll through Insta, we could then giggle and cry. Trust me; it would be the perfect girls night!” Chloe’s voice blasts from my phone speaker, which is placed on the other leather seat.
My hands are tightly fixated on the steering wheel as I take the turn that leads towards my house. “As tempting as that sounds, I am going to pass on that one.” My gaze is up ahead; thank goodness my house is just a few blocks more. Work as always is stressful.
Chloe sighs, “Charlotte and I are just worried about you, that’s all. You still haven’t told us why you ran out of the party, it’s been days and you didn’t even call or text an apology to him.”
Immense guilt washes ov
