Juniper’s POV
“Who is it?” I call through the door, always cautious when anyone unexpected drops by. Something my overprotective brothers taught me well.
“It’s me Elliot.” His deep voice calls through the door and my stomach drops. Not in the anticipation way it used to, but in dread. I wanted to be more prepared for this conversation, now I am feeling put on the spot. Oh well, here goes nothing.
I hear Fern whisper “s**t” and couldn’t agree more with her thoughts. s**t indeed. When did my life become so unpredictably crazy?
I take in a deep breath to steady my nerves and then disengage the deadbolt and slowly open the door. I can feel Fern is right behind me, giving me the support and strength I need.
I don’t know what I was expecting, but I didn’t expect that Elliot
