"She moved in for a week. It only took one night."
It started with a text message.
A flash on Talia's phone while she stirred the tomato soup in the quiet kitchen of the lake house.
Hey T, power's out all over the city. Any chance I could crash at your lake place tonight? My phone's on 3%.
Nina.
Her sister's college friend the one who always wore ripped jeans and eyeliner too heavy for daytime, the one with the wild eyes and laugh that made everything feel less boring.
Talia hadn't seen her in almost a year, but the memory of her never really left. Especially not the night she'd caught Nina changing in her room during a group beach weekend nothing on but a lace thong and a smirk when she caught Talia watching.
Talia texted back:
Door's open. There's soup. And wine.
By the time Nin
