RENEE

"I'm worried, Nicole."

Nicole raised her brows and drew her gaze away from the TV screen. “Huh? "What about?"

Pacing in front of my best friend, I ran my hand through my strawberry blonde hair, tugging at it in an attempt to relieve some of my anxiousness.

I shook my head and stared at the floor, letting out a shaky laugh. "Who about rather. It's Robert. I'm worried about him."

“Oh.” Nicole's face softened, and she leaned forward from the couch she was sitting on, resting her ...