““Holy shit,” Spencer said. She held her T-shirt up against her naked chest. “What is it? Wren asked. Spencer stepped back. Her throat was dry. “Oh,” she croaked. “Oh,” Wren echoed. Melissa stood outside the window, her hair messay and Medusa-like, her face absolutely expressionless. A cigarette shook in her tiny, usually steady fingers. “I didn’t know you smoked,” Spencer finally said.””
