You hadn’t thought much about it when she dragged you into the boutique. She was the one who wanted to shop, after all. But something about the way she smirked as she picked outfits off the rack—tilting her head, giving you a look like she knew a secret you didn’t—made your skin prickle.

“Try this on,” she said, holding up a snug, soft-looking turtleneck in a deep shade of crimson.