“What am I supposed to say to her?” I said, rubbing my dry hands together and staring into Imani’s house through the windows beside her front door. From a distance, I caught sight of Ana running into the kitchen with a small apron on. My chest tightened at the mere thought of telling her anything.
“I don’t know,” Imani whispered, her fingers gently scratching my back through my coat.
After standing in the bitter cold for another moment, I opened the front door and walked into the house behind Imani. The guys sat in the foyer, chatting tensely with each other about something. When I walked in, they stood and grimaced. Neither of them had said much since they had left my house.
“You okay?” Kai asked even though I probably looked like s**t.
“Is Ana in the kitchen alone?” I asked, ignoring
