Amelia POV

The girls’ nights weren’t just about getting together and eating and drinking. That was another thing Amelia had instigated. These nights were for the friends to talk about the shit that mattered, how they were feeling, what was happening in their lives—both good and bad—and what they were struggling with. It was a group therapy session in which none of them were therapists.

“Well, I want to know what is going on with Mia,” Amelia said, looking directly at Mia.

Mia groaned internally. She desperately wanted to talk about what was going on—or not going on—with Willison l, but she couldn’t. It would get right back to Smith,...