Lisa's POV
I was curled up on my bed, one leg tucked under me, absentmindedly running my fingers along the seams of my pillow when a knock came at my door.
Before I could answer, Calla popped her head in, grinning like she’d just won a lottery.
“Guess what I brought,” she said in that singsong tone she used whenever she wanted to bribe me into doing something.
I sat up. “If it’s anything green and pretending to be healthy, take it back.”
She stepped inside, holding up a tray with chips and a bottle of juice. “Do I look like I’m trying to torture you? It’s the salted kind you like.”
I reached over quickly, grabbing the chips before she could change her mind. “Now that’s what I’m talking about. You may enter.”
She laughed, closing the door behind her and settling onto the chair by my
