Her breath hitched. It couldn't be. Sloane had moved to Berlin six months ago. They’d agreed on a clean break—no letters, no late-night texts, just the echo of a goodbye at LAX.
But there she was. Sloane filled the doorway with a leather duffel slung over one shoulder and that crooked, knowing smile that had always been Jenna’s undoing. “The audition in Berlin bombed,” Sloane said, dropping her bag with a soft thud. “And the only person I wanted to tell was you.” X-Art - Double Daydreams - Jenna Ross -1080p-.mov
Jenna didn’t move. “You’re a ghost.” Her breath hitched
