Callie
The mall was bustling with the sound of heels on the floors, laughter, and the occasional screech of a stroller wheel. I tried to focus on my phone, pretending I was texting Mia.
I slowed my pace as I passed the fountain, pretending to admire the glittering tiles, but my chest was tight. Every time someone brushed past, I flinched. Even the laughter of children felt intrusive.
I was halfway through scanning the perfume counter when I felt it… the soft brush of a hand against mine. I looked up. Mary, perfectly composed.
“Callie,” she said, her voice sweet. “I didn’t expect to see you here.”
I forced a smile. My stomach twisted, I felt tense with every step she took toward me. She had this way of moving that made it seem like she owned the space, and I was an intruder in her worl
