Kelly POV
"What are you doing here?" The haughty voice leaves no question of who is asking me such a thing.
Tressa stands in the doorway, leaning against the doorframe with her hip jutted out in an effort to look sultry, but it just comes off as ridiculous.
I'm at my house, or my parents house I guess I should say.
It has been a week since the pack run, and I am still feeling totally and utterly depressed. To make it worse, I barely got any time with my Aunt Emilia, and she's leaving today.
Seeing it as my last chance to see her, I had woken up early and made my way over here in a hurry.
I'm not going to skip the opportunity to interact with someone who doesn't think I'm absolute trash. It's not often I find a person who actually cares about me.
"I'm coming to see Aunt Emilia off."
