“So, what’s the plan?”
Heather asked that as soon as I got back to Courtney and Grace’s. They both waved from the living room as Heather followed me to my bedroom.
I’d been a bit more with it the last couple days, but I remembered how my roommates had acted when Heather came in, took over, and handled me. They idolized her, and after she stood up to Logan, they idolized her even more. I didn’t blame them.
I lay down on the bed.
Heather raised an eyebrow and turned around. She’d been putting on lipstick in the mirror. “What’s that look mean?”
I pushed myself up, resting on my hands tucked behind me. “Thank you for coming and staying.”
She shrugged, her eyes still narrowed and studying me. “You’re my best friend. You haven’t told me what happened, so I can only imagine it was bad.”
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