I wipe away my tears and walk upstairs to change out of my nightie. I quickly take it off and put on a pair of sweatpants and a T-shirt. I pick up my keys from the table downstairs and take the elevator to the parking lot. I need to go to Amber’s place first. I don’t know what to do—she’ll be the best person to help.
I park my car in front of Amber’s and walk up to her door. I try my best to hold my tears at bay so I can talk to her properly.
“Who the hell is knocking on my door this early in the morning?” Amber barks. She opens the door, and once she sees me, the frown on her face disappears immediately. “Eleanor, what’s wrong? What are you doing here so early? Why are you crying? Did something bad happen?” she asks, worried.
“Ja-Ja-a-” I’m hyperventilating, and it’s hard to talk with
