Mated To My Brother-In-Law
That's if she had even done anything at all.
Kayla turned, walking back towards the house, her sneakers scraping against the patio gravel stones. Her phone vibrated in her jeans, a welcome distraction from the chaos dancing in her mind. She pulled it out from her back pocket, the screen bright in the sunset, displaying “Trina” in bold letters and two heart emojis.
Trina was the closest friend the twins had in the city. A firecracker with a heart of gold that remained in their corner since college days.
She swiped to answer, and Trina’s shriek burst through the speaker, almost loud enough to block Kayla’s hearing.