Wynona shouldn’t be at a party.

She had been to a forty-niner since her sister had gone missing.

That had been… about seven months ago, now.

Everybody says she ran away, and Wy was starting to believe them.

But, Dyani didn’t matter right now.

What mattered right now, was the girl that was dancing with her in her longtime friend Sunny’s living room.

The girl she was dancing with wasn’t a from here, she’d moved to the reservation about six months ago from Toronto, they’d become fast friends.

Now they were probably standing too close for friends.

But whatever.

The girl was good-looking.

“You know,” Wy leaned in, smiling tipsily, “you look good tonight.”

The girl laughed with her head tilted back in a way Wynona decided she liked.

Wy pressed her lips to the base of the girl’s throat affectionately, pulling the girl’s focus back to her.

Where it should be.

It made Wynona forget about Dyani, forget about Nana and Pops and Eli and Cherri.

Here, she could just be a girl dancing to slow songs with the girl that she was kind-of going with.