Chapter 97 Cindy Advise

Alicia Davenport I didn’t go home. Driving back there felt too suffocating, too close to everything I was trying to escape, especially after what had just happened with Nicholas. My head was spinning, my heart racing, and I needed to breathe—just breathe—and think without my mother barging in, asking about wedding plans or telling me how beautiful the photos turned out. So, instead of heading home, I drove straight to Cindy’s apartment. It wasn’t exactly planned. I just ended up there, parked in front of her building, staring at the tall glass windows of her sleek, modern place. Cindy was one of my closest friends, and I trusted her more than anyone. I figured if anyone could help me untangle this mess in my head, it would be her. I took a deep breath, grabbed my purse, and headed inside. The elevator ride felt endless, and by the time I reached her door, my nerves were shot. I knocked twice and waited. A moment later, the door swung open, and Cindy stood there, barefoot, wearing