I walked into my apartment, expecting to relax and unwind after a long day. But instead, I was greeted by Maxie, who was bouncing with excitement. She grabbed my arm and dragged me into the living room, plopping me down on the couch.
"Okay, spill the beans," she said, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "What's going on with you? You looked a little off when you got home."
I forced a smile onto my face. "I'm fine, just tired. But let's talk about you instead. What's new with you?"
Maxie raised an eyebrow. "No way, Sharon. I'm not buying it. You go first."
I hesitated, but Maxie was being stubborn. "Fine, but you have to go first," I said, trying to deflect the attention.
Maxie shook her head. "Nope, you first. I insist."
I sighed, knowing I was beaten. "Fine, but don't say I didn't warn you."
But before I could say anything, Maxie launched into her own story. "Okay, so remember that stranger right? Tory, the one who took me away from Jake at the cafe?"
