GIANNA
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I was thankful my left hand was fractured. My right hand, the dominant one, was what I needed today.
I kept it inside the pocket of my jacket as I stared at the door, waiting for it to be opened. From our history, I never thought a day would come when I would visit Bailey but enough was enough. She had gone way too far.
Getting impatient, I rang the doorbell again just as it opened. “Who the hell–“ Bailey’s words halted when she saw that it was me. Her eyes scanned the area, expecting someone else. When her gaze landed back on me, her brows furrowed. She gave a short, dry laugh. “Well, I guess pigs might end up flying after all.”
Not bothering to respond to her, I pushed past her and entered her house, looking around.
She followed behind me after closing the door. “What ar
