Laura Reed stood outside Emma’s house looking perfectly composed.
Which was almost funny considering she had rung the bell like someone trying to break through the gates.
The garden lights cast soft gold across the stone pathway leading to the front door, illuminating Laura’s pale coat and sharp expression beneath the night sky.
Emma tightened the robe around herself slightly, damp hair still falling over one shoulder from the shower.
For a few seconds, neither woman spoke.
Just looked at each other.
Former best friends.
Former sisters in everything except blood.
Now standing on opposite sides of a disaster neither of them could fully escape anymore.
Laura’s gaze moved briefly across Emma’s face before lowering slightly.
“You look tired.”
Emma let out a soft laugh.
“You should
