Sixteen years later….

*Olivia*

My shoes squeaked against the vinyl floors of the airport as my heart hammered in my chest. It finally occurred to me that Dahlia and I were really doing this. We were in fucking Italy, planning to start school in just a few short weeks.

We’d been talking about it for years. Dahlia and I grew up as best friends, mostly due to proximity. My mom cleaned for her parents, and we were always at her family’s ...