Katrina’s POVThe door slammed open immediately after my statement and we both got startled at the force and noise of the wood slapping hard on the wall.In walked Valencia, and just like Arianna, she was still in her gardening attire. Her eyes scanned the room frantically before it halted at the both of us huddled together, or should I say, Arianna over me as her hands squeezed my shoulders while I sniffed.“Why am I hearing sniffs and seeing tears?” Valencia questioned, her eyes narrowing as she frowned at us and approached, bending down to my level and peering directly at me. “Why are you crying Katrina, did anyone hurt you?”“She’s recounting her sad life story,” Arianna sighed, rubbing my back and instantly paused to send me a glance. “Sorry Katrina if that sounded rude or unemotional, I was just saying things as it was.”“Don’t sweat it Arianna,” I assured her with a smile. “You only said the truth. It really is a sad story.”“If it that sad to make you cry then isn't it better
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