CHAPTER TWENTY
TreacheryThe darkness hid Leilah’s flush of embarrassment. She fingered the ruined lace and soil stained padding. The label fluttered from the strap, dusty but still newish and she swallowed. It went missing just after Mari bought it for her, condemning Leilah to the worn b*a which chose that moment to dig into her ribs as though reminding her of its inadequacy. Feminine and lacy, she’d loved the new one but worn it for one week only. It drove her secret boyfriend crazy and she remembered the sensation of his fingers fumbling the clasp. Mari refused to believe it went missing from the washing line beneath the carport, assuming Leilah didn’t like it and acting offended. She hadn’t bought another and Leilah dare not ask. Hector cringed at the mention of female paraphernalia a
