{Allie’s P.O.V.}
“WHERE IS SHE!?” I heard Amber’s voice ringing through the house as we were sitting down at the dining room table.
“Is that Amber?” I asked Dorian. “When did she get here?” Dorian and I stood up from the table, but before I could take one step. A crying Amber rushed into the dining room and gave me a bear hug.
“Allie! Oh my god!” she was full-on bawling.
“Amber, I’m okay,” I tell her. Even for another woman, Amber towered over me.
“Sis, you’re going smother her to death,” Dorian said, and Amber let me go. When she backed away, Ronnie came over and hugged me as well.
“Oh, Allie, I’m so glad you’re alive,” he said with a broken voice.
“Not you too,” I said to him, and he chuckled.
“Where is Lacie?” Amber asked.
“Behind you,” Lacie answered. Amber turned around, and
