Kayla
I leaned back in the Uber as it wove through traffic. I quickly texted Damien: [I have to go, something came up.]
He responded almost immediately: [Is everything okay? Take the day off.]
I sighed and shoved the phone into my pocket. At least he wasn't arguing with me. When the car pulled up to my building, I saw Chelsea. She was sitting right on the hallway floor outside my apartment door.
"Get up," I said, reaching down to pull her arm. "Do you even know the last time they cleaned these floors?"
I reached under the potted plant, grabbed the spare key, and unlocked the door. We walked inside, and the silence was heavy. Chelsea immediately folded her arms and stared at me.
"Sit down," I prompted, gesturing to the couch.
She looked disappointed, her eyes scanning my expensive su
