Kendra’s POV
The hours since breakfast had stretched long and slow. I had spent them in my room, curled up on the bed, trying to think of anything other than Scott Fischer and the way his voice still echoed in my ears.
Then, the door to my room slammed open so hard the hinges whined.
I sat up, startled, eyes wide.
Fiona strolled in like she owned the house, hips swaying, hair glossy and tumbling around her shoulders, lips painted this time, same red as danger.
“Rise and shine, baby. It’s shopping day.”
She barely spared me a glance before reaching for my hand. Her grip was strong and warm and smelled faintly of expensive lotion.
I stumbled up to my feet.
“Fiona! What are you doing here?”
She twirled on her bare heels, her glossy hair bouncing as she looked me over.
“We are going
