♥ Chloe ♥
When the doorbell rang, I nearly jumped out of my skin. Even though I knew it was Mandy, even though she had texted to let me know that she was almost here, and even though the penthouse building had top-tier security, I still froze. That was how deeply the fear had rooted itself. But then I took a breath, walked over to the panel, checked the camera feed just to be sure, and opened the door. And there she was. Greasy takeout bag in one hand. Two milkshakes in the other. Mandy wore an oversized hoodie with a pair of snug-fitting jeans. Her hair was in a messy knot on top of her head. And a smile that made me feel like I hadn’t just been unraveling for the past forty-eight hours.
“Emergency comfort food,” she said brightly, as she held the bag up like it was some sort of peace o
