“I warned you, didn’t I? I said I was going to get you out of the way.”
The words hit me like a slap. I froze, my hand mid-stir as I blended my evening coffee, the spoon clinking against the ceramic mug.
It took a second for what Julie had just said to register.
Slowly, I turned to face her, my fingers feeling numb on the handle of the cup.
“What… what are you talking about?” I stammered, honestly confused at first.
Julie sat against the kitchen counter, arms folded across her chest, her lips twisted into a grimace that dripped with malice.
She appeared far too smug, too sure in her position.
My mind was having trouble keeping up with her words, so I blinked and attempted to understand them.
I turned back to the coffee and tried to block out the panic that was rising in my chest
