Kate’s POV
I didn’t even remember how I got here. One minute, I was walking barefoot, my clothes damp from the night air, my stomach aching with hunger. Next, I was standing in front of Kelly’s house.
Her perfect house.
The white porch lights shone against the darkness, glowing like some kind of sanctuary. How did I even get here? Because my feet had led me here anyway. Because I had nowhere else to go. I swallowed hard and forced myself forward.
The moment I knocked, I regretted it. What if she slammed the door in my face? What if she had already called the police? But before I could turn and run, the door opened. Kelly stood there.
Her hair was loose, slightly tousled like she had just gotten out of bed. But her expression was sharp. Her eyes were cold. She didn’t look surpri
