"Kaila, do you really think I have no idea what you're doing?"
Sharp and demanding, my voice cut through the air like a razor. For only a little minute, Kaila's visage wavered before returning to her typical façade of composed control. Instead of unwinding the turmoil she had painstakingly woven into my life, she sat on the edge of the kitchen counter and swirled the glass of wine in her hand as though we were talking about the weather.
She smiled coolly and replied, "Cath, darling, you'll need to be more specific." Now, what precisely am I being accused of?
I stepped forward and positioned myself squarely in front of her. With my heart thumping in my chest, I declared, "I'm done playing this game." "I want to know why you've been pulling strings behind my back,"
Taking a slow sip from
