Watching Nora’s face twist with such raw agony made Chloe’s heart ache.
Love was supposed to be a beautiful thing, but far too often, it transformed brilliant, independent spirits into shells of their former selves—driven to madness and unrecognizable by their own reflection. As a friend, Chloe knew there was little she could do to intervene in the wreckage of a marriage. All she could do was sit in the dim light of the suite and drink alongside Nora in a silent pact of solidarity.
Just as the alcohol began to cloud their senses, Nora’s phone shrieked.
Nora glanced at the unknown number and tossed it aside with a sneer. But the caller was relentless, ringing again and again until Nora’s patience snapped.
"Who the hell is this?" she spat into the receiver.
"Nora, it’s me. Cindy."
"Cin
