Chapter 23: Aftermath

Whitney got out and dried off, then pulled on the sweats the women had left for her. She could hear them chatting in the bedroom outside the bathroom. Whitney had never been social, but she wasn't shy. She just hadn't had time to develop anything other than professional friendships. No one had ever even invited her to a book club meeting or out for coffee. Having never missed it, she'd never pursued it.

She took a deep breath before opening the door. She knew that once she did, she would be stepping into a new world—one she didn't understand. But she'd handle it the only way she knew how—by asking questions.

The three women stopped talking when Whitney yanked open the door. Three sets of green eyes turned to her, and Whitney could see the resemblance. Fiona sat on the edge of the bed, while Colleen lazed against the headboard.

Meg was in mid-pace. She was the first one to smile at Whitney. "Feel better?" she asked.

Whitney sighed. "I need answers."

The three exchanged a glance. "We'll