Aubrey's POV

　　By the time I arrived at Hannah's apartment, the sky had already shifted to a quiet blush of twilight, casting soft amber light over the skyline.

　　She answered on the second ring.

　　"God, finally," Hannah said, She switched the call to video, and within seconds her familiar face filled the screen. She was curled on her couch, barefoot, her laptop open and a half-full glass of wine teetering on a stack of old art catalogs beside her. Behind ...