“So, are we going to talk about yesterday, or…?” Marcella said, handing me a cup of coffee.

I sipped slowly, wishing the drama in my life moved slowly as well. I glared at her as I rubbed the back of my neck; sleep had escaped me last night. I had spent the night stuck in my head, trying to figure out what to do.

“I hate to say I told you so, but I do remember telling you so,” she said, tapping my shoulder.

I swiped her hand off, not in the ...