CHAPTER FIFTY- SEVEN
MELINDA
I needed a dress for the reunion. Something that would make me look confident, put together, like the kind of woman who belonged at Kieran's side. Something Belinda would have worn.
The boutique downtown was one Maria had recommended, expensive but not ostentatious. I wandered through racks of silk and satin, trying to focus on fabric and cut instead of the fact that in four days my entire life would implode.
"Melinda."
The voice behind me made my blood freeze. I turned slowly, praying I'd imagined it.
Verena Falcone stood three feet away, looking nothing like the broken woman who'd confronted me at the café months ago. She was polished, elegant, her mourning clothes replaced by a designer dress that probably cost more than my car used to.
"Verena. I th
