Chapter 1
The tile floor was cool against Christina’s feet as she padded into the kitchen. It was barely past five in the morning, but the heat of the day, unseasonable for June in New Jersey, had already started to set in. The back of Chris’ cotton tank top stuck to her skin. She plucked at the fabric with a grimace, then grabbed a mug from the cabinet and set it down on the kitchen table next to her laptop. A quick rummage through the fridge produced a pitcher of iced tea.
Once her mug was filled, Chris sat down and took a sip as she waited for her laptop to fire up. She glanced at the time on her phone. Ten past five in the morning. There were still twenty minutes to go until Anna called.
Chris smiled against the rim of her mug. She hadn’t talked to her girlfriend in nearly twenty-fo
