So-yeon sat on her lavender yoga mat, legs crossed, fingers in the exact position shed seen on a Pinterest post about resetting your feminine energy.
Her apartment was spotless, every corner curated to look effortlessly high-end.
A lit palo santo stick smoldered in a gold tray beside her.
From the outside, she looked calmserene, even.
But inside? She was absolutely screaming.
What if he...
