My phone buzzed in my pocket, and my stomach clenched when I saw the preview of two texts.
Kat’s was on top – a simple “coming home soon?”. And right below it, one from Diana. “Can’t wait to see you”.
Crap. I can’t go on like this much longer.
“Here it is. All done” the jewewler grinned, handing me a crisp white bag. “By the way, did Mrs. Farrow liked the necklace?”
I limited myself to a quick nod – avoiding to mention that Kat and Diana had gone this close to rip each other’s heads off because of that necklace. I had to intervene in the end, promising Kate I’d repay her half – because, after all, I’d been in the wrong, but I knew she wasn’t satisfied.
And I knew Diana would give me grief over it as soon as I got home.
Unless, I thought, I just don’t go home.
Before I could change m
