Maya POV
The knock on my door came at 10:47 p.m. I know because I was staring at my phone clock, wondering if Juniper was okay at her mother's birthday dinner. I'd told her to text me if she needed an out. She never did.
When I opened the door, she was standing there with mascara running down her cheeks and her arms wrapped around herself like she was trying to physically hold her body together. Her black dress was wrinkled. Her hair had fallen out of whatever style she'd put it in. She looked like someone who had been crying for a long time and had only just stopped because she'd run out of tears.
"Oh, June," I breathed.
She didn’t answer. Her knees just gave out.
I caught her before she hit the floor, dragging her down with me onto the cheap rug of my entryway. She buried her face
