APRIL’S POV
The doorbell rang before I could set my phone down, the screen still glowing with another unanswered message to Ashley. As I crossed the cold tile, my pulse jumped; my body already knew who was on the other side.
I opened the door.
Ashley stood there, her hair pulled back tightly instead of loose and messy the way she’d worn it when she stayed over. Her eyes flicked past me into the house, then back to my face, sharp and careful.
We stared at each other for a breath. The air between us held everything I’d typed and deleted, and everything she’d never replied to.
“Hi,” was all I managed. My voice came out small.
She kept one hand on the doorframe, not committing. “Can we not do this here?” she said. “I don’t want to talk inside.”
I nodded too quickly. “Yeah. Okay. Do you
