Chapter 13 Speak Soft,Speak True

I haven't knocked on a door in weeks.

The hallway outside Yasmin's apartment smells like old paint and cinnamon. I stare at the number on her door for a long time before I raise my hand.

I almost turn back.

But I knock.

Once.

Twice.

The door opens faster than I expect.

Yasmin stands there in sweatpants and a loose hoodie, eyes wide but not s