Alec sank back into the plush spa chair like she’d just been personally forgiven by the universe, a robe tied loose around her waist, bare feet tucked up as warm steam curled through the air. She glanced between Natalie, Elsa, and Kinsey—her friends, her chaos, her soft place to land—and let out a slow, disbelieving laugh. “Okay,” she said, lifting her glass of something cucumber-infused and suspiciously fancy, “I would like it officially on record that I was kidnapped at dawn and somehow ended up in heaven.” Her eyes flicked to Natalie, fond and a little shiny. “You did this. Every detail. If I cry today, it’s on you.” She reached out, lightly tapping Elsa’s knee, then gesturing to Kinsey with a grin. “Also—thank you all for pretending I’m not one minor inconvenience away from stress-combusting into pure sunlight.” A breath, softer now. “I needed this more than I realized.” @forevernataliedawson @howmcnythings & @mcnstercus