Kayla pov
Saturday morning arrived slow and easy, the kind of quiet that felt earned after everything the past few weeks had thrown at me. Priya showed up at my door before I'd even finished breakfast, a garment bag slung over one arm and an expression that told me I wasn't getting a say in whatever was inside it.
"Before you argue," she said, brushing past me into the living room, "just trust me."
"That's never a good opening line from you."
"It's an excellent opening line."
She unzipped the bag with a flourish, revealing a soft blue dress, short, sleeveless, the kind of thing I'd never once considered wearing since the accident.
"Rhys picked it out," she said. "Well. Rhys paid for it. I picked it out. But he insisted."
"I have a cast, Priya."
"You have a cute cast. This is diffe
