Dakota’s P.O.V.
Everything changed the night she stayed with me. Shea has not spoken to me in two weeks. It’s odd for us. We usually talk two or three times a week. We haven’t spoken, only a text message.
Shea: Hey, I’m OK, do me a favor and don’t tell anyone I stayed at your place
Dakota: OK, did I do something wrong?
No reply. I haven’t heard from Shea since that message. I deleted the text to follow her wishes. If Melody found it, it could have terrible consequences. Nothing happened, though. I remember in the night she cuddled into me, laying her head on my chest. I wrapped my arm around her, attempting to comfort her. The aroma of lavender in her hair smelled so good and put me back to sleep. She was in the kitchen when I woke up, so I thought everything was OK. She only said two
