Synopsis

A tremor of anxiety tightened around Erin, amplified by the approaching arrival of Cat. Sonya, ever vigilant, found her at The Waterhole, a deck of cards a flimsy shield against an insistent craving. “I’ve been feeling the pressure,” Erin confessed, her voice barely a whisper. “I need you to step back.” Sonya believed they were regaining their footing, and Erin allowed her to hold onto that belief. But the nerves had a way of unraveling even the strongest facades.