Ava's pov
As I rushed through the front door of our shared apartment, excitement and anxiety pulsed through my veins. "Amelia! Amelia!" I called out, my voice echoing through the empty hallway.
I couldn't wait to share the harrowing tale of my recent kidnapping during the vacation with Ethan, my boyfriend, and how Daniel, his friend, had come to our rescue. But as I entered the living room, my heart sank at the sight that greeted me.
There she was, Amelia, my best friend, seated on the floor, her body trembling with sobs. Her once vibrant face was pale, her eyes swollen and red, and her cheeks glistening with tears.
I rushed to her side, dropping to my knees, and gently placed my hands on her trembling shoulders. "Amelia, what happened? Why are you crying like this?" I asked, my voice
