Ember POV

Ember waved awkwardly again and smiled. She hoped it looked like a smile and not a grimace. This was another thing she hadn’t done ever since Abigail came into her life—or rather, took over her life. Meeting groups of people like herself. Meeting someone new was a rare occurrence for Ember, even though it was a regular event for Abigail. Ember wasn’t quite sure what to do with her hands.

“This Jaimee,” Amelia said, pointing to a woman with long pink hair wearing ripped jeans, an oversized t-shirt, and leopard-print cat’s ears on her head.

“Hey,” Jaimee said with a wide smile. She stood behind a vintage drink...