CHAPTER 112

HARRIET 

"Come on, it wasn't that bad. You need to stop exaggerating," Noah groaned from his spot on the couch. 

I stuck my tongue at him and turned back to face my best friend.

It was nice to have Ciara back. She and my brother seemed to have spoken — even if it consisted of her apologising all the time and him telling her that it was okay, reassuring her that he was fine and that all that mattered was that they were together again.

I wasn't there when they had the talk, but it was pretty obvious. I mean, what else would they possibly talk about?

Anyway, I flew over to LA at my best friend's request. She had missed me, apparently, and even though I gave her shit for not even reaching out to me at all for the entire year, I had missed her too. 

And her grief was understandable. She wanted nothing else to do with my brother, which kind of spilled over to me.