Ella Claire:
If I had known that walking back into my childhood bedroom would come with glitter-stained memories, too-tight jeans from high school, and a best friend who still knew how to break into my room like a ninja, I might’ve prepared better.
Instead, I shrieked when I turned around and found Kenzie sprawled on my bed, chewing gum and flipping through an old photo album like she owned the place.
“Kenzie Leigh Monroe! How the hell did you get in here?” I dropped my duffel bag, heart still thudding.
She didn’t even look up. “The key is still under the turtle statue.”
“That’s not a turtle. It’s a frog.”
She grinned. “Still dumb enough for a key hiding spot.”
I laughed, crossing the room in two steps before practically tackling her in a hug. “God, I missed you.”
Kenzie hugged me
