BREE’S APARTMENT,
The soft hum of the ceiling fan was the only sound cutting through the stillness. The curtains were drawn, dimming the sunlight that tried to seep in. Isla lay curled on the bed, her hair tangled and her breathing slow and steady. For once, her dreams were quiet, until the sharp sound of knocking at the door jolted her awake.
She blinked groggily, rubbing her eyes as she sat up, her heart racing from the sudden noise. She took a few breaths, steadying herself.
It’s probably Bree. Isla thought. Her best friend had a habit of forgetting her key whenever she stepped out for errands. Isla sighed as she pushed herself off the bed, her bare feet brushing against the cool floor. She padded toward the door, still rubbing the sleep from her eyes.
When she reached the door, she
