Revenge at Midnight Resort
Language: en
Lauren told me she was taking a three-day road trip up the coast with her best friend, Hannah. She made a point of telling me not to call. "The reception out by the cliffs is terrible anyway," she had said, adjusting the strap of her overnight bag. "And honestly, I just want to completely unplug." I nodded. "Have fun." The day before she left, she had dragged me through half the boutiques downtown. She bought a new white sundress—linen, backless, nothing like her usual reserved style. And she bought a bottle of perfume. Not the subtle, citrus-and-freesia scent she had worn since college,…