Serena’s POV

In that instant, when Doris’s face twists with fury and she lunges at me, every part of me tenses. My first instinct is to protect my stomach, my hands automatically wrapping around it. I start stepping back, trying to put some distance between us, but then I feel it–the cold, hard railing of the rooftop against my back. I’ve run out of room

to move.

Doris is like a storm, her eyes wild, filled with blame and rage directed solely at me. “If I’m ...