Page 70 of Fight for Me

I look down at Brody’s old t-shirt and the overstretched leggings I use as pajamas since I gained weight, and frown.

“I’ll get it,” I answer him, and then yell, “Just a minute!” When the doorbell rings again.

I move to the door, and look through the peephole, but only get the view of the back of a woman’s head.

Cranking the door open just a little, I ask the twitchy person on our front porch, “Can I help you?”

Then she turns, and I let out a yelp of surprise as I let go of the door.

“Claire?” I ask with eyes wide open, looking at my former best friend. When I notice the state she’s in, I take a step back, and frown.

Claire steps from foot to foot, not meeting my eyes, and mutters. “I’m sorry for showing up like this. But I need help.”

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