Eve walks through the market shopping mall, her published fingernails trailing over the fresh yield. Carrots—check.
Peppers—check. Green beans—check. Lettuce, onions, cabbage… Her lips curled into a contented smile as she mentally checked off each item in the market basket. The day had been peaceful, which suited her just fine. The fewer commotion, the better.
Then she saw her—Mary, Nora's childhood friend.
Mary's sharp eyes were fixed onto her, monitoring her every step and full of something Eve didn’t like.
Eve tried to quickly turn away but Mary was already in front of her, holding her wrist tightly.
“You,” Mary hissed, staring into her eyes. “I know exactly what you’ve done to Nora.”
Eve’s eyes narrowed as she pulled her arm free from her grip, but Mary’s words sent a shaver down
