"So I hear your lot broke out to make your own site," Dorena typed and sent to Maggie Garcia's email. "And landed a spot on the campaign trail. Good for you."

So what if they hadn't spoken since that last party before she'd been disowned. Dorena was genuinely hoping for their success. Most of her memories of Maggie were a little hazy from the amount of drinking she used to do at those parties but the woman had seemed... kind. That had been more than enough to make Dorena flee for the hills in those days. Kindness was something her armor of cynicism wasn't proof against. And caring meant far too many things while she'd been living on her parents' dime.