Watching Her
Ayisha watched Chloe go, hands clasped slightly in a way that betrayed the swirl of emotion trapped under her composed exterior. Ethan set his cup down, attentive and calm. “You saw her,” he said quietly. “You know who she is.”
“I do…Ares’ wife or ex wife.” Ayisha snapped, still stunned. “How is she here? How is she not in prison? Why is she hiding and working here? She has been here y his whole time?”
Ethan’s voice was the soft counterweight she needed. “We don’t know. We should not jump to conclusions.”
“But she left our country,” Ayisha insisted. “She couldn’t just disappear and pop up here. There are questions. Dangerous questions.”
Chloe was in the kitchen, steadying herself. The steam caught her hair and the intense heat against her face made her feel raw and expos
