When they returned to the dance floor, they found Laura wrapped around the guy, kissing him as if she needed to prove something to herself—or numb whatever she was feeling—and most of all, as if she wanted Edgar to see that she had moved on, even if that was the biggest lie of the night.

Olivia gripped Isis’s arm.

“Keep an eye on her,” she said. “If she tries to leave... play whatever role you need to, but stall her. I’ll be right back.”

She started walking, weaving through the crowd toward the