Eliana's POV

"Elie, are you home?" Juliette's voice came through the phone the moment I picked up.

"Yeah." I answered as I ate my spaghetti— I was having lunch. And then I heard her crying over the phone. "Hey, what's wrong?" I asked immediately, dropping my fork.

"I'll tell you when I come." She said immediately and ended the call.

It was up to 30 minutes later that Juliette arrived. Her knock came fast and uneven, three quick raps followed by silence.

“Juliette?” I called, half ...