(Aaliyah’s POV)
I held Jeannette close, even though a sense of wariness prickled at the back of my mind.
Her sudden appearance at my doorstep was very surprising, but what was even more so, was the tears and the desperation.
It all felt...off.
That story about fighting with my parents… yeah, I didn’t know if I was buying that.
You see, ever since we were children, Jeanette had established herself as the rebellious one… the one who was not afraid to speak up to our parents and tell them exactly what she thought of them and their stiff rules.
I had always been the Miss Goody Two Shoes.
Jeannette wasn’t one to crumble so easily. She had had countless fights with our parents, but she had never left.
But even if she wanted to leave, why choose me?
We hadn’t exactly been on the
