Kayla lifted her hand into the air, snapping her fingers. One of the resort’s waitresses scurrying over to us. “Another round, ladies?” she asked, taking our cocktail glasses and heading off to refill them. Kayla and I were tanning ourselves by the hotel pool, enjoying our yearly girl’s getaway that had become a tradition. Our annual holiday had begun seven years ago, after I had saved my BFF from a disaster. We’d been fr...