This time, Lilian’s gaze at Emily felt different. Emily brushed it off, assuming she was just curious about the gossip from lunch. After all, she wasn’t the only one getting odd looks lately—several coworkers had been sneaking glances her way.
As she walked to the water dispenser, cup in hand, Emily couldn’t help but wonder: if even I was getting this much attention, what about Bella?
Even if Bella was completely innocent, people always preferred their own narratives—saying things like "Something must’ve happened for it to blow up like that," or "Maybe she crossed a line and that’s why the wife reacted that way."
Emily felt a burning stare on the back of her head. She turned around—sure enough, Lilian was still staring at her, making no effort to look away. It was unnerving. Her face d
