Emma's POV
After Andrea and I finished eating the frozen chicken white pepper soup Cynthia prepared for us, we decided to spend some time with her. Andrea seemed unusually quiet, picking at her nails as if deep in thought. Then, out of nowhere, she stood up abruptly.
"I have something important to do," she announced, her voice rushed. She didn’t even glance my way before heading for the door.
It didn’t take a genius to figure out what was happening. If you ask me, I think she did it on purpose. Andrea wanted Cynthia and me to have alone time, probably hoping we’d work out whatever awkwardness lingered between us.
The silence stretched as I sat there, fiddling with my hands, unsure of what to say. Cynthia looked at me, her lips pressed tightly together. She sighed and finally broke the
