Sarah's apartment always smelled like vanilla and something spicy.
Elena loved it here. The cozy couch, the stacks of books, the photos on the walls documenting years of friendship. Sarah's place was chaos organized, lived-in, warm. Everything Elena's apartment was too, but different. Sarah's was Sarah's.
Tonight, two glasses of red wine sat on the coffee table. A bowl of popcorn between them. Sofia was with Alexander for the weekend. Rosa was at home watching her novelas. Just Elena and Sarah, like old times.
Sarah kicked off her shoes and curled into the corner of the couch. "Okay. Spill."
Elena laughed. "Spill what?"
"Everything. The show, the cabin, Alexander, the weird texts you haven't told me about." Sarah raised an eyebrow. "You think I don't notice when you're carrying someth
