Cole
A knock at the door made me frown. It was late, and I set my book aside that I had been reading. There was only one person who would stop by and that was Tori. Immediately I was worried as I hurried to answer the door. Sure enough, there she stood, and I was taken aback by how tired and vulnerable she looked. Her shoulders slumped, and her eyes told me that she had been crying.
“Tori, come on in,” I quickly said as I stepped aside to let her in. Tori offered me a soft, wavering smile as she stepped inside. I shut the door behind her and led her into the living room. I watched as she sat down on the couch, her hands clutched together tightly, and I sighed softly. “I’ll make some tea,” I informed her, before I went off to the kitchen. My mind was going crazy with worry. What was wrong
