Seeds of Doubt

Avery

Piper's apartment smelled like cinnamon and vanilla. I sank deeper into her couch, thankful for the mindless background noise of some reality TV show about people renovating houses on impossible budgets.

"You look like hell," Piper called from her kitchen, the coffee machine gurgling behind her.

"Thanks. Just what every girl wants to hear."

"Hey, I'm just being honest." She appeared with two