DIANA
I stared hard at the flowery notepad that Sophia had given me on my 20th birthday with a heavy heart. I'd saved it for this moment, hoping to put all of my thoughts into writing, but none of that was happening now. Instead, I felt like a deserted ocean, not knowing what I should feel.
A knock sounded at the door, and I pressed my hands against the notepad, hoping it would ease off the anxiety that was shooting out of me in waves. I licked my dry lips as I whispered, “Who is it?”
“Sophia!”
I took a deep breath as I tried to control my emotions. “Come in,” I said at last.
The door pulled open a bit, and I watched as Sophia walked through it easily. She was frowning at me, and I wondered what the matter was. The last thing that I needed was a confrontation.
“Why didn't you come
