Ruby woke to the smell of fresh coffee and the sound of her sister's voice arguing with someone on the phone.
"Absolutely not," Mia was saying, her tone sharp and lawyerly. "That clause is unenforceable. I don't care what your client thinks—"
Ruby shuffled into the kitchen, still in her robe, her hair a wild tangle of auburn. Mia was pacing by the window, her phone pressed to her ear, waving her free hand like she was conducting an orchestra.
She spotted Ruby and mouthed: Cavendish's lawyer.
Ruby grabbed a mug and poured herself coffee. She leaned against the counter, watching her sister work. It was still strange sometimes, seeing Mia so alive. So fierce. The frail girl who'd once been a chain around Ruby's neck was now a warrior in her own right.
