PART 3
At 7:18 p.m., someone knocked on my apartment door.
I looked through the peephole and saw Madison standing in the hallway with mascara streaked beneath both eyes. Her silver party dress sparkled under the cheap ceiling light, but her face was pale and scared.
For one moment, I almost felt sorry for her.
Then she pounded on the door.
“Emily, open up!”
I opened it but kept the chain locked.
Madison’s eyes widened. “Seriously?”
“What do you want?”
She glanced over her shoulder, embarrassed even in an empty hallway. “Can I come in?”
“No.”
Her mouth opened, then closed.
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