Ellen’s POV

The door to a cramped apartment in one of Brooklyn’s rundown buildings creaked open, revealing Kinsley, my old friend, standing in the doorway. She eyed me up and down, a smirk playing on her lips.

“Well, look who’s back—the prodigal troublemaker herself. What happened? Got tired of playing house with those high-society types?”

I let out a dry chuckle, rolling my eyes as I plucked the lit cigarette from her fingers and stepped inside, dragging my suitcase behind me. ...