As I entered the room where my best friends were staying, carrying a tray of breakfast, a wave of nausea washed over me once again. I gently knocked on the door and immediately walked in. Amara spoke up, her voice tinged with a hint of disappointment, “You know I am a little upset with you…” While Brittaney sat up in bed, curious about what I was carrying. “What's that you got there?” I looked at both of them and offered a warm smile. "Well, if you really want to know, there are a few things we need to talk about," I began, "but before we dive into that, I wanted to apologize for not joining you both last night and bring you this breakfast as a peace offering."
As soon as I apologized, Brittaney's face lit up with a wide smile and her eyes widened with excitement. "Thank you, I appreciat
