The house smelled faintly of frosting and beer, the aftermath of her brother’s birthday party lingering in the air. Empty cups and plates were stacked on the counter, balloons sagging a little lower against the ceiling. Most of the guests had already trickled out, calling Ubers or carpooling home. Bella padded barefoot across the kitchen tile, the hem of her glittery pink tank brushing against her hips. Her cheeks still h...