Emma

The SUV emerged from the tunnel into the evening traffic. Above us, colors filled the sky as the setting sun sent its last rays of the daylight up toward the low-lying clouds, turning the normally cobalt blue to a spectrum of crimsons. My stomach twisted as knots formed on knots, a gaggle of nerves.

I’d imagined that it would be freeing to leave the mansion. Ever since Rett’s promise last night of a tour, thoughts of New Orleans ...