Meret paced the length of her room, stopping every few minutes to check the window.

She was waiting for Maya.

She wanted to talk to her—properly this time. To explain herself. To stop the quiet hostility and growing enmity that had begun to coil between them. They were cousins. Blood. And it didn’t sit right with Meret that things had gotten this bad between them.

But every time she looked outside, there was no sign of Maya.

No Bruce. No Lisa. No familiar car pulling into the driveway.

The ...