2.7 CAROLINE

Amanda is a fucking saint.

My personal knight in shining armor.

She arrived at my doorstep less than seven hours later, which is insane since the flight here from Seattle alone is around five hours.

And she stopped at a convenience store first on her way here from the airport.

When I let her into my home, she immediately wrapped her arms around me while I sobbed loudly.

“Oh, sweetheart. Now i really am going to have to fucking kill those stupid assholes.”

She ushers me into the house and closes the door behind us. “Okay, so I brought three different kinds of ice cream, as well as some brownies, chocolates, drinks, and some frozen pizzas.”

Her words make me sob harder.

“Oh, honey.'' She rubs my arm gently in an effort to calm my crying. “Okay, so you should sit on the couch and get started on this ice cream while I start the pizzas. I know you haven't eaten, and you may not want to, but those babies in there need some kind of food. So ice cream and pizza it is.”

I cry even harder.

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