Danielle turned up outside Ali's house. It was far too late at night to knock on the front door. Ali's parents already disliked Danielle. So in a move that made perfect logical sense to Danielle, she rested her bike against the hedge around back and shimmied up the rose trellis and across the ledge to Ali's bedroom window.
She rapped her knuckles lightly against the glass, hoping Ali would hear her.