Scarlett
I knocked on Nina’s door the next morning, my stomach in knots. The events from yesterday kept replaying in my mind - her pale face, the way her hands had trembled. The door creaked open slowly, and Nina’s exhausted face appeared in the gap.
“Hey,” I said softly. “I brought you some tea and those blueberry muffins you like.”
Nina managed a weak smile and opened the door wider. Dark circles shadowed her eyes.
“You didn’t have to come check on me, sister,” she murmured, but moved aside to let me in.
“Of course I did.” I set the muffins and tea on the coffee table, watching as she curled up in the corner of the couch. “How are you feeling?”
Nina pulled her knees to her chest, making herself smaller. “I’m okay. Just... I shouldn’t have fallen apart like that.”
I sighed. “I don’
