It came out of her in pieces.

Six years ago she had gone to Tamsyn’s apartment to confront her about a loan Tamsyn had refused to repay — Radley had encouraged the visit, urged them to talk it out over a bottle of wine while he stayed home with the baby.

She remembered feeling wrong very fast, far too lightheaded after a single glass.

The evening blurred.

A room that wouldn’t hold still.

Tamsyn’s voice turning cruel.