Evie's POV

I, Nate, Maya and Ryder were seated at Maya's home, the four of us crammed around her small kitchen table that barely fit two people comfortably.

Maya had insisted on making tea for everyone, bustling around her cramped space with practiced efficiency while the rest of us tried not to knock over her precariously stacked art supplies.

"I still can't believe Sienna walked away from all of this practically unscathed," Maya said, setting down mismatched mugs in front of each of us. ...