Nina's POV

　　I was in my house when I received a message from May to meet her at a cafe just opposite my house. I walked into the cafe, the tension thick enough to cut with a knife. May was already sitting at a corner table, her head down, staring at her phone with an intensity I hadn't seen from her in a long time. Even from across the room, I could sense her anxiety. The once cocky, untouchable May had been brought to her knees, and now she was grasping at whatever pieces ...