MÁRCIA HUNT

I had never been friends with Laisa. Nor enemies. My relationship with her wasn’t even professional, since officially I wasn’t part of the band at all. But she and Fred got along well. And though I had never heard anything about it, I suspected they had slept together. As for feelings between them, I had no idea. After all, it was impossible to predict what Laisa and Fred felt—they were both completely detached and reckless.

Despite everything, I wasn’t surprised by ...