Headlights

The heavy bass of the music vibrated through the floorboards, rattling the untouched glass of cranberry juice resting between Maeve’s hands. Red and blue strobe lights cut through the dim atmosphere of the club, casting long, shifting shadows across the high-top table.

Right beside her, Nora tilted her head back and downed the last drop of her champagne. She set the empty flute onto the table, sh