AURORA'S POV:
Cali’s honk blasts through the house like a war cry.
I flinch, nearly spilling my cereal, which I wasn’t even planning to eat in the first place. I glance down at the half-soggy mess and push the bowl away. My stomach has no room today, just only nerves and stupid questions.
I grab my phone and shuffle toward the door, hoodie sleeves swallowed around my fingers.
Another honk. This one more impatient.
“I’m coming, sheesh!” I mutter to no one, slinging my bag over my shoulder and stepping outside.
Cali’s car is parked at a crooked angle on the driveway like it skidded to a dramatic halt. She’s leaning across the passenger seat, aviators too big for her face, a grin spreading across her lips when she sees me.
“Shopping time, baby!”
I hesitate, my hand hovering over the d
