Karma Khullar's Mustache by Kristi Wientge
Description I let her talk because I didn't mind letting her fill the space between us in the way feathers filled a pillow, in that light and breezy kind of way that gave my brain a break from overthinking everything. p19 Friendship How did the simple routine of calling your best friend go from being something you did every day without thinking to something you sat on your bed worrying about? p172 That wasn't the Sara I knew. Maybe she wasn't really the Sara I wanted to know at all anymore. p195