Isabel stepped out of the car the moment it stopped and barely waited for the driver to say a word. She walked fast up the front steps, bag still over her shoulder, and knocked once.

The door swung open quicker than expected.

Mercy stood there in an oversized hoodie and socks, brows raised, mouth slightly open.

"Wait, you actually came?" she said, stunned.

Isabel dropped her bag beside the doorway and pulled her into a hug without answering.

Mercy hugged her back instantly. ...