Andrea Wright

At twenty-four, I'd already lived a thousand lives. I was a daughter. An orphan. A foster kid. A sister. Someone to everyone, and yet I was unrecognizable to myself. I spent my time keeping everybody else afloat, while I was slowly drowning. Until I met her. The first time she walked into my life, I was mesmerized by the mysterious stranger. When I came face-to-face with her a second time, I was being introduced to my best friend's mother.

Emma Bradley is trembling. And not because of the climate difference between England and Africa, where she’s just ended an 18-month stint teaching sports to kids. She’s about to see Vanessa again. Golden hair, luminous blue eyes, a smile to light up a room. The woman Emma loves. The woman she spilled her heart out to, then ran away to another continent to avoid a humiliating scene—because Vanessa is her best friend’s mum.

Vi's friend Yara has been part of a group of women that have a very interesting concept of group activities...and she's not talking about trust falls or awkward icebreaker questions. Yara has regaled Vi with stories, in explicit detail, of the intense, unbridled passion that she shares with these women every few months, but Vi has always been shy to ask if there's a free slot available on the roster.