NEXT_DAY

Laura sighed, staring into space. She was standing on the balcony, with a cup of tea in one hand and the other placed on the railings. The cool morning air brushed against her face, but she didn't notice. Her mind was elsewhere.

The memories of Molly's threat crossed her mind again, and she shot her eyes shut. "If she likes him, then she should tell him. I don't wanna get involved in any drama," she muttered to herself. She walked back into her room and sat on the edge of the bed, ...