“What the hell are you doing here?” Grier hissed at Hazel.
“I took a flight because we need to talk this out. I love you. You’re my best friend.”
“You f****d her boyfriend.” Her mother was on her phone scrolling to see if she could find a flight for the girl to take back to New York. Her expression was telling them there wasn’t anything left since it was seven days to Christmas Eve.
“Because I was jealous you were with Nick. You spend so much time with him and I was jealous. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”
“Leave.”
“I can’t. There isn’t another flight back to New York which isn’t booked completely now until after the holiday.” She pointed at Phoebe, “right?”
“There is nowhere for you to stay.” Grier argued.
“I always stay in Twila’s old room.”
“Not in a million f*****g years.” This was f
