Tales Of Sulking Backstabbers And Honest Love Interests
Day 116 of The Andie Chronicles
There is a gentle knock on the door.
It’s after seven, after dinner, after the hustle has stopped. A time of the day when I thought I could stop thinking about everything.
And no one comes to visit me anymore. My friends don’t show up to see me.
But tonight they have. They should have been here days ago.
“Can we come in?”
GG asks like a wounded bird like s…