Everly POV
I watch Zoe blow out her candles. Today is her 21st birthday, and I feel blessed to call her one of my best friends. She is more like a sister to me. Zoe and Macey fill the places where my family should have been, but now I am happy with how far we all have come. We didn’t need anyone; we only needed each other.
“Happy 21st,” I whisper to her, giving her a hug after setting the cake down.
“Oh, we need napkins,” I tell Zoe before rushing off back to the kitchen. I go into the storeroom, grabbing a box of refills down and pulling a handful out before placing the box on the shelf. Just as I walk back out, Zoe rushes into the kitchen, her face pale, and a look of horror on her face. She smacks straight into me before grabbing my arms.
“What is it? What happened?” I ask her, loo
