Through hiccuping sobs, she choked out the name of her eight-year-old sister. “Reese. She did this while I was sleeping.”

Kayla stumbled to her bathroom mirror, and a second scream, higher and sharper than the first, echoed through the house. Prom was in eight hours. She was a shoo-in for queen. Her perfect night, the culmination of her entire high school existence, was a ruin.