CHAPTER FIFTEEN
ANNA
It was on a Wednesday evening that I sat down to eat dinner when I heard a knock on my door. As an antisocial millennial, I first looked through the peephole. I nearly fell over when, instead of the random stranger I was expecting, I saw Melanie.
"Are you okay?" was my greeting as I opened the door. I looked my friend over, but I didn't see any injuries.
In fact, Melanie looked fantastic. She must've gotten her hair done within the last twenty-four hours, because her blowout was pristine. Her nails were steel blue and pointed with faux diamonds at the ends. When she pushed the hair out of her face with her fancy claws, I couldn't help but think that a beautiful badger had come to my apartment.
"I'm fine!" Melanie laughed and came inside. "Why do you always assume
