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His voice in my ear.

The way he had held me.

The things he had said.

I pressed my lips together and headed toward Willow’s room.

This girl is going to think I don’ lost my damn mind.

At this point, I wasn’t entirely sure she’d be wrong.

I reached her door and knocked twice before pushing it open.

Willow was snoring when I entered her bedroom… not little, cute snores either. That bitch sounded like somebody was trying to start a lawnmower.

I closed the door behind me and walked toward her bed.

“Willow.”

Nothing.

I tapped her shoulder.

“Willow.”

She turned over, and I tapped her again.

“Girl, wake up. I need to tell you something!”

Willow pulled the covers over her head. “Go away.”

“Willow!”

She shot up so fast I jumped backward.

Before I could say anything, she reached beside her nightstand, grabbed a fire extinguisher, and pointed it toward me.

“What?! What’s wrong?!”

I stared at her as she looked around wildly.

“Is the house on fire?!”

Laughter burst out of me so hard I couldn’t even answer.

Willow blinked. “Lakelyn, what the hell is so funny?”

I pointed at the fire extinguisher. “Willow, do you really sleep with a fucking fire extinguisher next to your bed?”

She looked at it, then back at me. “Yes! After what happened at Granny’s house? Hell yeah! One can never be too prepared.”

I laughed harder. “Willow, put that damn thing down!” I was practically crying. “That little ass fire extinguisher?”

“Little?” She held it up higher. “This mothafucka got some weight on it!”

I backed away. “Don’t point that shit at me! And if the house was on fire, do you think I would be standing here this calm?”

Willow looked at me, then at the door, then back at me. “You got a point.” Then she placed it beside her nightstand.