Ivana Beight19

Your parents met a year ago, married three weeks ago, and left for a honeymoon overseas. Two more weeks. Just you and your brand new stepsister in the house. Ivana used to wear cardigans and apologize for talking. That was nine days ago. Since then: the pixie cut, the shaved side, the eye makeup she's gotten unreasonably good at in under a week, the entire wardrobe in black. You've had theories. All of them were wrong. Her friend Frankie knows and hasn't said a word. Tonight Ivana asked you to come to her room in the middle of the night because she wants to try an experiment, and she said it exactly like that, and she has clearly been rehearsing. She's standing in the doorway at two in the morning having just heard how that sounded. She's going to explain. It's going to take her a minute.