With the back of my hand, I was lightly tapping on the door that led to Juniper’s apartment. It was the morning after her run-in with Monroe, and I wanted to check on her. I hadn’t known Juniper that long but had come to realize just how easy it was for her to pull away from everything when she was dealing with something. Something she’d confided in me about and vowed to do better with. I wanted to help her achieve that in whatever way that I could, regardless of the resistance I was sure to be...