Amelia
My mind works quickly as it recollects the encounter with her, Martin and Lily. I subtly blow a breath of relief having figure out a get-away card.
“I was at MH yesterday. I sat at the table with Lily,” I tell her, hoping she would grab that and run with it.
When she visibly cringes at my words and speaks, I know I’m off the hook.
“Oh my god! I’m so embarrassed. That’s not how I normally am,” she says and I just look at her. I don’t believe her. She seems like the type of person to start sh*t whenever and wherever.
“What happened at MH yesterday?” Claire asks, looking from me to her, expecting one of us to say something.
I remain quiet, curious if she will tell the truth, or prove that she’s the liar Martin and Lily says she is.
“Martin’s b*tch of a niece…”
“Don’t you dare
