With a shaky but determined voice, I said, "Kaila, you've been lying to me."
Kaila's head jerked up from where she was sitting at the dining table, drinking tea as if nothing were going on in the world. Calm and composed, she arched an eyebrow, but as she put down her cup, I noticed a tiny flinch in her palm.
"Cath," she said in a condescending tone, "you'll need to be more specific." Now, what precisely am I being accused of?
Refusing to let her dodge, I took a step closer. I was still thinking about the letter Mike had discovered, its contents churning like a tempest. Everything had pointed to Kaila, with her secrets meticulously concealed under charm and partial truths.
"Avoid playing games," I snapped. Eleanor's letter, which was about Mia, had a connection to you. Didn't you alrea
