Harper's face twisted with rage, her eyes filled with hatred as if she were staring at a mortal enemy. "I'm not worse than you. Why does Alan like you?"
Claire froze in shock, unable to believe what she was hearing. "Just because of that?"
'So, Harper has always liked Alan?' Claire couldn't help but marvel at how well Harper had hidden her feelings.
Claire almost wanted to laugh at the absurdity of it all—how their friendship had turned into a joke over a man.
Harper, however, started laughing herself. "Of course not just that. You're exceptional, Claire. Standing next to you, I fade into insignificance. And you, you must be so pleased with yourself, aren't you? Isn't it satisfying to have a man like that protecting you? What makes you so special?"
Claire couldn't find the words to r
