Best Friends

“Are you okay?” Felicity asked, taking my hand as we walked down the stairs, heading to the kitchen for breakfast, only just on schedule, according to Caroline. She was really looking after me, like a big sister, or a best friend, and I was grateful to her.

“Yes, and no?” I suggested, chewing my lip. “I love the twins…and Caroline is being really nice to me…and you are the best friend anyone could ever have…but I am just freaking out all the time? I don’t know what is going to happen next…it’s so horrible…”