The second the words slipped out, she realized she'd lost her cool. She spun around sharply, her back to me, and her voice was ice-cold. "This is my home. You're not welcome here."
I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion. "I don't remember Felix having any relatives around your age."
When I was little, my best friend and I practically lived at Felix's place. His house was always stuffed full of toys and stuffed animals. He even deliberately left the door unlocked all the time so we could drop by whenever we wanted.
Every kid in the neighborhood adored him. But he was always alone. My mom once told me Felix had never gotten married. Whenever people tried to set him up with someone, he'd just thank them politely, and no one had ever seen any relatives come to visit him.
I stepped straight up
