*Eleanor's POV*
Elizabeth's text came at 11 PM on a Tuesday: *Can you come over? Need to talk. Urgent.*
I'd been friends with Helen for fifteen years, and through her, I'd known Elizabeth almost as long. In all that time, I'd never seen Elizabeth use the word "urgent."
I threw on a jacket and drove to her house, my mind racing through possibilities. Was she sick? Was Helen hurt? What could be so urgent it couldn't wait until morning?
Elizabeth opened the door before I could knock. She looked terrible-pale, exhausted, her eyes red-rimmed like she'd been crying for hours.
"Come in," she said, her voice hollow.
I followed her into the living room. She'd clearly been sitting there for a while-tissues scattered across the coffee table, a cold cup of tea beside them, papers spread out like
