Chapter One

Sloane’s POV

The front door opened before I could even knock.

My mother stood there with the same bright, slightly too-eager smile she always wore when she had company planned, the smell of roasted garlic and something sweet drifting out behind her. I barely had time to drop my bags before she pulled me into a hug that smelled like her usual perfume and the wine she had already started.

“You’re actually early. I was starting to think you’d change your mind and stay in the city another week.”

“And miss the full parental interrogation? Never.”

She laughed, already tugging me inside. The house looked the same—same soft...