PERCIE
“Hey.” I moistened my lips. I wanted to say something—anything, but words wouldn’t come out.
“Hi.” Surprised, she swallowed. Her gaze dropped to the box in my hand, then glanced back at me.
I waited for her to start, but it didn’t come.
“Oh, uh.” I looked at the box. “This is not for you.” I went silent, stunned. Then something in her expression caused me excruciating pain. Finally, it came to my senses. “I mean, this is not mine. I mean, it’s mine now. It’s from Emma.” I stopped. I screwed big time. “This is one of a few things she left for me.”
“I understand. You don’t have to explain,” she interrupted, eyes glittering. “Anyway, I just come here to take my things.”
“What do you mean?” I stalked her to the living room.
“Victoria is looking for a roommate. As
