After reorganizing her desk, Nadia managed to convince herself to continue with the Laundry. 

The sun was relentless, beating down on the small backyard as Nadia draped a heavy, damp bedsheet over the line. 

She hated the smell of cheap lye soap but had to use it anyway. 

She was reaching for a wooden peg when a high-pitched scream sounded off from the front of theyard. 

Nadia’s heart leapt against her ribs. 

She dropped the laundry basket and sprinted toward the front, her mind racing through a list of potential disasters. 

She stopped dead when she saw a red sports car parked crookedly in the dirt path. Danielle stood beside...