Emma discovered two things before eight o’clock that morning.
The first was that having a sister as a roommate was considerably more complicated than expected.
The second was that Stephanie Laurent apparently believed personal belongings were a shared resource.
Emma walked into the bathroom and stopped.
Her moisturizer sat open on the counter.
The lid had vanished.
Several makeup brushes were scattered beside the sink.
So was a lipstick she didn’t recognize.
Stephanie stood in front of the mirror applying mascara.
Completely unbothered.
“Morning.”
Emma stared at the counter.
Then at her sister.
Then back at the counter.
“Should I be concerned?”
Stephanie followed her gaze.
“Oh.”
A pause.
“That was me.”
“I gathered.”
Emma picked up the moisturizer.
“Do you know how expe
