Jenny’s POV

Bianca and I walked briskly through the car park, our heels clicking against the concrete in unison. The late afternoon sun was beginning to dip, casting long shadows across the parked cars. I glanced at Bianca, who wore a look of fierce determination. Her eyes were fixed ahead, her jaw set. This wasn’t the Bianca I had grown up with—she’d changed, grown harder and sharper. But then, so had I.

We reached her car, a sleek black sedan that seemed fitting for the kind of conversations we’d been having lately. Without a word, she unlocked the doors, and we both slipped inside. Bianca’s hands were steady as she...