Paloma Perez.
Apologize to me?
I’m still repeating those words in my head as I walk away from the scene, my steps a little slower than usual to the workspace. If I’d known Enid was anywhere near that entrance, I swear I would’ve taken the long way around the entire house just to avoid that sick little twist in my stomach.
I’m almost halfway down the hallway when I hear it. “Hey.”
I stop and turn with my finger twisting in the soft fabric of my sweater at my chest. It’s Sydney.
“Oh—morning, Sydney.”
“How was your first day of college?”
I blink. Sydney asking about school? It’s so unexpected it feels like it pulls me to a stop more than her voice did. I turn to face her fully.
“It was amazing, actually.” I say, smiling, because it really was—even if I still feel too small in all tho
