THALIA
I opened the door after hearing the doorbell ringing and I was met with someone I hadn’t expected today.
Marissa stood on the other side, hands fumbling beside her like she wasn’t quite sure what to do with them. She was unusually stiff compared to her usual confident and sharp expressions.
For a split second, my mind jumped to the worst possible conclusions, but I forced myself to stay calm. Who knows, she’s probably just here to tell her sister about something, and I’m just overthinking as usual.
“Marissa?” I said before, offering a small smile. “Hi, how are you?”
She visibly relaxed when she saw it was me who opened the door, but disappointment at the same time, “Hi, Thalia. I’m good.”
Before I could say anything else, a small blur rushed past me.
“Marissa, hello!” Reagan
