I walked past Sloane as I entered the living room. My hands tightened at my sides. “Sloane,” I said again. “What are you doing here? How do you even know where she lives? Why are you here, Sloane?” 

She flinched slightly, her hand brushing over her arm. “Kim, it’s not that deep—” 

“Not that deep?” I cut her off, my voice pitching louder. “You’re in my sister's apartment. And I don’t even know you were close enough to her to be here.” My chest rose and fell in ...