ZANE
I knew it. I knew there was something she was hiding. I felt it in the way her hands trembled when she thought I wasn’t looking. In the way her eyes darted away from mine whenever I asked about the incident. The near accident and the ‘coincidence’ with Dalia. She was carrying something… something heavier than guilt. And trust Evelyn to sniff it out like a damn bloodhound. Jealousy made her expose it all and it had made her relentless.
She had called me more than fifty times today. Fifty. I didn’t pick up, I couldn’t bring myself to. Her name flashing on my phone made my chest itch, then came the texts. Dozens of them and ignored them too, until the string of ‘we need to talk,’ ‘it’s important,’ and ‘it’s about Tessa’ wore me down.
Eventually, I snapped. What the f**k is wrong with
