The afternoon sun filtered through the sheer curtains of Jade and Percival’s downtown apartment, casting long golden streaks across the polished hardwood floors. Elara sat curled on the oversized sectional, a half-empty glass of iced lavender tea sweating in her hand. Jade paced nearby, her bare feet silent on the rug, her usual effortless grace laced with tension. The two women had been talking for hours, the conversation circling back again and again to the same wound.
Their friend Mia. Elara’s husband Kai. The embarrassing video of them having s*x on Elara and Kai’s wedding day.
**Elara:** I still can’t believe she went behind my back like that. (Her voice low and raw as she traced the rim of her glass with a fingertip). On my wedding day, Jade. While I was getting ready, smiling for
