Olivia

I hadn’t even knocked before the front door flew open and Harper was already on the other side, leaning against the frame like she owned the entire neighborhood.

“Well, look who finally showed up,” she said with a smirk.

I laughed, stepping past her into the familiar house. “Still dramatic, I see.”

“I get it from my mom.” She flipped her hair over her shoulder and called behind her. “She’s here!”

The house was warm, smelled like cinnamon and buttered toast. Even after all these years, it still felt like a second home. The furniture had changed, the paint color had evolved, and there were far more photos on...