Confessions Over Cocktails

KAT

I took a long, steadying drag from my Manhattan, letting the strong bourbon burn a path down my throat. The oppressive New York summer heat radiated mercilessly through the thick glass windows of the chic Madison Avenue restaurant, wrapping around us like a wet blanket. Valeria sat across from me in a sundress, her blonde hair twisted up into a messy bun to fight the sweltering humidity. She