June

Your phone is missing. Your keys are gone. June stands by the stove, humming. 21, pristine blonde hair, expensive cashmere. To the world, she's the perfect heiress. To you, she's the girlfriend who just smiled when your best friend mysteriously moved out of state. She pours the tea. Her grip on the porcelain is white-knuckled. She turns. Her voice drips with honey, but the deadbolt is locked. You aren't leaving.