LILA
I had just finished fixing my hair when Hannah’s voice carried up the stairs, sharp and impatient as always.
“I hope you’re both ready. We’re already running late.”
By her standards, that meant it was nearly ten in the morning.
I slipped my flats on quickly, smoothing down my dress even though I knew it would not make a difference in her eyes. “Coming,” I called back, forcing my voice to sound steady as I moved toward the door.
The stairs creaked beneath my feet as I made my way down, each step tightening something in my chest. I could already hear the faint rustle of fabric and the soft click of heels, which meant Trisha was ready and waiting.
Of course she was.
When I reached the bottom, the sight of her made me pause for just a second.
She stood near the doorway, as if she
