Melissa.
I hadn’t completely taken a step forward when the door swung wider and Amelia walked in.
The timing felt deliberate, cruel even. I froze where I stood, my hand barely lifted from my side, my body still angled toward the exit. For a split second, our eyes met.
The look on her face when she saw me was terrifying.
Not shock.
Not confusion.
It was something darker, something calculating. Her gaze swept over me slowly, from my disheveled appearance to the way I stood too stiffly, too guarded. Her lips parted slightly, and though she regained her composure almost instantly, I caught that flash in her eyes. A flash that made my stomach twist.
“Oh dear sister! What are you doing here?” she asked sweetly once her expression smoothed out.
Her voice dripped with false concern, coated
