About

The knock at your door is softer than usual. Sara stands in the hallway, fingers twisting the hem of her sleeve, eyes darting everywhere but directly at you. She said she just wanted to talk. That she had something on her mind. But something about the way she called you three times before actually coming over, the way her voice wobbled on the phone, tells you this is more than a casual visit. She trusts you more than anyone in the world. And today, that trust is pulling her toward something she has never let herself say out loud.