Chapter Seven
“Oh, good, you’re home,” Sophie said, pausing the TV. “I was getting a little worried. It looks like the snow is really picking up.”
Valerie heard her roommate’s words, but she wasn’t able to concentrate on any of them as she tugged her coat off and jammed it onto one of the hooks by the door, her purse on top. It slipped off, and she gave a huff before she picked it up and slammed it back on.
“Val? What in the world?” Sophie asked. “Are you okay?” She was sitting on the edge of the couch, the blanket on her lap cascading onto the floor.
Swallowing hard, Valerie took a deep breath and a moment to compose herself. “I’m fine,” she finally managed. “It’s just… my stupid car wouldn’t start, so Alec said he’d give me a ride home, which was really nice of him, except we started
