‘I’ll get it,’ Melissa shouted and ran to the front door, pulling it open excitedly. She and Jared were going to catch a movie at seven. Instead of Jared, though, it was Nadia who stood before her. It took Melissa a moment to make sense of the unexpected visitor. What could that girl possibly be doing here now?
‘I saw this at work today and thought it would suit you.’ Nadia held up a pale pink singlet top with a gold dream catcher emblazoned across the front. Melissa looked at it dubiously. It was probably made in a Bangladeshi sweat shop by a woman making less than a dollar a day, hardly a peace offering to make up for things that had been done and said. All the same, she kept her thoughts to herself. Nadia was obviously trying to make things right, so she held out a hand to accept the o
