Skye’s POV

I turn around, and there she is, Ava. I recognize her face instantly. She’s my long-time friend from middle school, the one I used to share secrets with during sleepovers, but we lost contact after her family moved away a couple of years ago. No more texts, no updates, just faded memories. She's a few years older.

“Ava?” I say, my eyes widening in surprise. I stand up quickly.

“Skye! Oh my God, it really is you!” She rushes forward, her arms open wide, and we crash into a ...