Excerpt from my new book, Moms Club

A phone lies on the floor—a phone with secrets. I steal a glimpse at it, upside down on the dingy, stained carpet of the party bus. It lies forgotten for the moment, exactly where Priscilla dropped it. The pink, tinselly phone case shimmers in the artificial light. 

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What is on that phone? 

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Only Mandi and Priscilla know, and they’re frozen next to the stripper pole. Their eyes glaze with shock. Mandi clutches her chest with a trembling hand, and Priscilla’s knuckles grip the pole so tightly her tanned skin has gone white.