Lora wraps her arms around me the moment I walk into our place. Her embrace tightens around me, and she sobs like someone has died. I wish I could be a little enraged, but I can’t. That was yesterday.
“I’m so sorry, Anya. I really am.”
I close my eyes and give her a tight hug. My heart hurts for her, but I miss her. “Why don’t you just start explaining?”
“I will. I swear.” She lets me go. I notice her puffy face and nose. With her swollen eyes, she appears to have been crying all night. “But where were you?” She takes notice of my baggy outfit. “And what are you wearing? Are those men’s clothes?”
“It’s a long story.” I sigh. “But does this mean I didn’t lose you?”
“Come on, Anya! You’re my best friend. My only one.”
“Yes, but you will tell me everything you know.”
“Yes, of course.”
