The call ended with a sharp click.
Tracy collapsed onto the couch dramatically, making the cushions sigh under her weight. She didn't budge an inch—since when did she turn into such a sap? This wasn't the tough cookie she used to be.
Moanna glared at her dead phone. Meh. She was already stomping upstairs anyway.
When she reached Tracy's door, the keypad beeped angrily at her first attempt. Undeterred, she punched the numbers again.
Bingo!
The unlocking mechanism whirred, making Tracy tense up—until she recognized that familiar door slam. She craned her neck like a suspicious meerkat. Yep, just Moanna.
"Couldn't even text you were coming?" Tracy grumbled, though secretly impressed. "Then again, guessing my passcode? That's friendship goals right there."
Moanna dropped her luggage wit
