Sandra arrived without warning.Or maybe she had warned me and I had simply not registered it through the haze of everything else. Either way, when I opened the door that evening and found her standing there with a suitcase in one hand and a grin on her face, something inside me loosened before I could stop it.“Well,” she said, eyeing me from head to toe, “you look like you're dying, girl.”I let out a breath that almost turned into a laugh. “That obvious?”“Only to me,” she replied, stepping inside without waiting for an invitation. “God, your place still smells like money and depression.”“Be nice,” I muttered, closing the door behind her.“No,” she said cheerfully, dropping her bag near the couch. “I didn’t travel all this way to be nice.”And somehow, that helped.Chris wasn’t home.Of course he wasn’t.Sandra noticed immediately, her gaze flicking around the quiet apartment. “Let me guess. Mister CEO is saving the economy?”“Something like that.”She hummed, unconvinced, but did
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