“So you’re saying—”
“He got me pregnant…”
So that’s why she’s so jealous? To the extent of harming Beatrice? Because he chose her instead of her?
“I don’t believe anything you say about Beatrice. I want to go back…”
She flinches suddenly, and I pause, watching her remove her hands from the railing. She drops them to her sides with a sigh, and I catch the slight drip of blood.
“These darn railings… you never know when you might just get scratched by the rusted parts,” she laughs softly, rubbing the bleeding wound with the scarf wrapped around her neck. I eye her warily as another gust of wind blows, scattering her hair to the side.
“Don’t look at me like—”
The sound of footsteps behind me cuts her off. Her gaze shifts to Jake, standing just behind the lounge chair I’m currently occup
