TOVIA’S heart pounded so hard she thought it might echo down the cracked sidewalks of Eastbrook. The words she’d overheard—scamming somebody—clung to her like static, impossible to shake.
She could have turned around. She should have turned around. Nora needed her. But something hotter than fear burned in tovia’s chest now: fury. If Jason was a fraud, if he’d swept into Nora’s life with nothing but lies, then he was more dangerous than Adam could ever be.
She squared her shoulders, crossing the street toward the taco truck.
“Excuse me,” she said, her voice steadier than she felt. “I couldn’t help overhearing—”
Both men looked up. One narrowed his eyes, chewing slowly. The other smirked, wiping his hand on a napkin.
“You lost or somethin’, lady?” the smirker asked.
Tovia forced a poli
