Isla stood outside the door for thirty seconds before she knocked.

She had changed her outfit twice. Told herself it didn't matter. Changed again anyway. Now she was in a simple black dress, heart going faster than she would like, telling herself she was fine.

She knocked.

Zara opened the door almost immediately, warm smile, hair down, completely at ease in a way that helped Isla breathe. She led her inside where Dex was standing near the couch in a grey t-shirt looking friendly and slightly uncertain around the edges.

"Hey Isla," he said.

"Hey."

They all stood there for a second.

Zara picked up a wine glass from the...