LILA

I yanked open my closet with shaking hands. Almost everything was already packed for the weekend at Aunt Carol’s. The only thing left that even remotely looked like party clothes was a soft black stretch dress that clung to every curve and stopped mid-thigh. I’d worn it once to a casual dinner last spring and then forgotten it existed. No clean bra that matched. No panties that weren’t already in the laundry basket or stuffed into the suitcase.

Mom’s footsteps retreated down the stairs.

“Five minutes, Lila!”

I stripped. The air felt cool against my bare skin. My nipples were still tight, aching, and when I cupped my breasts...