Read Alone
Aria
I stood there holding the envelope for a solid thirty seconds.
Leah knocked on the door from the other side. Three cheerful raps, completely unbothered by the fact that I was standing eighteen inches away having a crisis about a piece of paper.
“I can hear you breathing,” she said through the door. “Open up, I have almond croissants.”
I shoved the envelope into the back waistband of my leggings, pulled my sweater down over it, and opened the door.
Leah walked in with two coffees and a paper bag and took one look at my face.
“What now,” she said.
“Nothing,” I said.
She stared at me.
“You look like someone just handed you a grenade.”
“I’m tired,” I said. “We’ve been up all night. Can a person not look tired.”
She looked at me for one more second with those eyes th
