I stood in front of June's door feeling like an idiot.
Not the confident kind of idiot I could laugh off in public. This was the overthinking, nervous idiot who had rehearsed the same apology a hundred times in the car, and still couldn't predict if the words would even come out right.
My fist hovered in the air, but I didn't knock yet.
My heart was beating way harder than it should have been.
Which was ridiculous.
I had argued with lecturers in school, negotiated with men twice my age, stood in front of reporters fishing for scandals and handled them just fine.
But knocking on June's door terrified me.
Because this time… I might actually lose her.
I dragged a hand through my hair and let out a slow breath, staring at the peeling paint on her door like it might give me courage.
Tonight I fix this.
Before I could overthink it again, I knocked.
A few seconds passed, then her voice came from inside.
"Coming!"
