Amelia's tone carried a hint of triumph, as if she were declaring to Eleanor that she had once again won effortlessly.
Listening to the sound of running water on the other end of the line, Eleanor felt as though a heavy stone was pressing down on her chest, suffocating her.
Images of intimacy played out in her mind like a film reel. She shook her head, trying to push them away, yet she couldn't deny what she knew to be true.
It was the middle of the night, they were alone in a room, and now Ethan was in the shower. Even a fool would know what had just happened between Amelia and Ethan.
He had left her at Summit Dining and ignored her calls—all just to come find Amelia.
"What's wrong? Calling but not saying a word—what are you trying to do, Eleanor?"
Hearing Eleanor's silence, Amelia
