His Third Hidden Home

Summary

At four o'clock in the morning, my codependent, drama-addicted best friend pounded frantically on my front door.

"Paige! My boyfriend is going to break up with me! We have to go kneel outside his apartment together and beg him to stay, please?"

I stared at her in utter disbelief. "Why do I have to kneel?"

Natalie nodded quickly. "It makes me look more sincere! If he sees you swallowing your pride for me, he'll definitely soften up!"

I opened my mouth to refuse, but she suddenly whipped a kitchen knife from her purse, pressing the dull side against her own wrist.