The moment I close the door behind me, Julia practically jumps out from the living room like she's been rehearsing a Broadway entrance.
"SPILL. Everything," she declares, pointing an accusatory finger at me as I slowly kick off my shoes.
I blink. "Can I drink water first? Maybe sit down? Maybe breathe?"
"Permission denied," she says, grabbing my wrist and tugging me toward the couch. "You just pulled up outside with Theo, who was driving, by the way. And I saw the way he looked at you. And now you're just gonna walk in here like that didn't happen? I don't think so."
I groan but laugh as she forces me to sit. She crosses her legs dramatically, grabs a throw pillow, and clutches it to her chest like it's an emotional support item. "Okay. Start from the beginning."
So I do.
