Two weeks had passed since the night at Jane’s apartment when Lily had taken full command, and the memory of it still lived in their bodies like a second heartbeat. They had seen each other often in those weeks, never more than a day or two apart. A long, salt-winded walk along the coast at dawn, where they held hands openly and spoke of nothing important. Coffee on Jane’s balcony that stretched into hours of quiet conver...

Three nights after the evening that had unravelled Lily so completely, Jane opened her door to unexpectedly find Lily standing there, city lights glittering behind her like scattered diamonds. It had been a brutal week for Lily, endless meetings, a partner who unrelentingly demanded perfection, even at 2 a.m. … performance demanding constant unflappable competence that Lily didn’t always feel. She was, though, determined...

Three days had passed since the twilight beach walk, and Lily had spent every one of them carrying the memory of Jane’s almost-kiss like a live ember beneath her tailored suits. In the office, she was flawless. Her voice calm and cutting, posture immaculate, every point perfectly made. Colleagues complimented the stunning argument she put forward to her Senior Partner in her research for the Morrison case; the judge comme...