Lily’s POV
I woke up to the sound of soft chatter in the living room. For a moment I thought I was still dreaming—because no one ever came to the apartment without calling first—but then I recognized the voice instantly.
Sophia.
“Oh my God,” I whispered, sitting up. The dull ache in my muscles from last night pulled at me, but it didn’t stop the rush of warmth that filled my chest. Sophia. My best friend. My sister in everything except blood. And the one person who always knew when I was falling apart, even if I didn’t say a word.
I shoved my hair into a bun, wrapped a cardigan over my pajama top, and pushed open the bedroom door.
Sophia stood in the center of the room, arms wide open.
“Baby girl,” she said dramatically. “You look like you’ve fought three dragons and survived by pur
