(Jane's POV)
“I was the one,” Julia muttered. “In the house. That night. With Nathan.”
The clink of glasses, the hum of quiet conversations, and the soft jazz floating from the ceiling speakers all seemed to collapse into a heavy silence. The air inside Café Brago thickened, pressing in around me until I could only hear the slow, thunderous beat of my heart, pounding louder than everything else.
I stared at her.
Not blinking. Not breathing.
The coffee in my cup had become cold, barely touched. My fingers trembled slightly over the porcelain handle, but I remained motionless. My joints have failed me. My body clenched as if to keep me from cracking wide open.
Julia's eyes did not look at mine.
They drifted just below, on the table, on the floor, or anywhere else but my face.
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