Fiona
Ice cream solves everything… or at least that’s what I tell myself as I peek out of my bedroom door. I look left and right, and smile when there’s no sign of Isla.
My craving for chocolatey goodness pushes me to tiptoe down the hallway, careful to stay quiet. I don’t want to bother Isla because she had a long day at work. She doesn’t need to worry about me. I told her I was fine, that I didn’t need her to hover, but she still acts like a mama hen, checking on me.
I love my friend, and I wouldn’t trade her for the world, but I hate making her feel worried. Between all the mess my relationship with Ethan has caused and the fact that I’m staying in her house, I don’t want to take any more of her time.
Luckily, I don’t disturb Isla, and I make it to the kitchen quickly. However, wh
