Scarlett

I knocked on Nina’s door the next morning, my stomach in knots. The events from yesterday kept replaying in my mind - her pale face, the way her hands had trembled. The door creaked open slowly, and Nina’s exhausted face appeared in the gap.

“Hey,” I said softly. “I brought you some tea and those blueberry muffins you like.”

Nina managed a weak smile and opened the door wider. Dark circles shadowed her eyes.

“You didn’t have to come check on me, sister,” she ...