The Meadow 147 swing at the center. Bridget vaguely wonders how they afforded rent; she doesn’t even know what her sister does for a living, she realizes, only that she got a degree in accounting. They walk up to the front door, and with a glance at her watch, Bridget sees that it is only two minutes past seven. Right on time. She spares a quick glance down at her and Fran’s hands, before she swallows thickly and raises the hand that isn’t still entangled with the shorter girl’s to knock on the door. Fran’s hand is keeping hers warm in the cool air. She immediately hears muffled movement and a distant call of “I’m coming!” that sounds like it comes from Reyna. Fran lets out an inhale that borders on a sigh and starts to pull away her hand, but Bridget tightens her grip. Fran shoots her a questioning gaze, and though Bridget’s heart has started pounding, she meets her gaze evenly. She has no doubt she looks as scared as she feels, but Fran’s hand is still warm in her own and she doesn’t want to let go. Not this time. Fran stares at her for just a moment longer, brows furrowed as she tries to read Bridget’s thoughts as if they were written on the redhead’s face, before her face softens and she squeezes the other’s hand. Bridget feels a weight shift off of her chest, and while her heart is still pounding and her hands are probably growing sweaty, she shuffles the slightest bit closer just as Reyna opens the door. “Hey!” Reyna greets, a smile on her face. “Come on in you two!” Bridget takes a deep breath before smiling at her sister. “Thanks, Rey. Um...but, first…” Reyna pauses in the doorway, looking at her little sister with a questioning but kind expression. Bridget takes a deep breath. “There’s something I have to tell you.”
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