Wendy
I really didn't want to go.
Through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the master bedroom, I looked out at the lawns of the mansion.
Beyond the gates lay a city I supposedly knew, but to the eighteen-year-old girl inside my head, it was an alien landscape.
Eight years of progress, construction, and history had happened without me.
This mansion, as intimidatingly grand as it was, had become my safest place. Inside these walls, the world made sense. Inside these walls, I had William’s block castles, Nancy’s warm oatmeal and Reed’s presence.
The thought of leaving it, even just to have lunch with Sabrina, the woman who claimed to be my best friend made my chest tight with a suffocating anxiety.
But she called too many times, almost begging me to meet her. And Reed had insisted too
