Anna’s eyes widened as she stared at Monica.
Her voice betrayed her, leaving nothing but a parted mouth and stunned silence.
The image from that night resurfaced, the night she discovered Monica f*****g James in their bed.
She never thought she’d see her again, though it was possible since Monica lived close by.
“Anna,” Monica called, stepping toward her.
In a flash, Anna yanked open the car door, lunging for the backseat.
She didn’t want to talk to Monica.
“Anna, wait! Please, wait!” Monica moved quickly, slapping her hand against the door to keep it from closing. “Please, Anna, don’t go.”
Anna glared up at her from the seat. “What do you want from me?”
Monica just stared, her mouth opening and closing. “I… I…” she stammered, struggling to find her words.
“I guess you have not
