AMARA
I didn’t want her anywhere near my house, so I stepped outside and shut the door behind me. “How can I help you?” I asked, making sure my tone was indifferent. There was no need to pretend I remembered her; I’d only met her once. “Do you need something?” I looked around. “Are you the new neighbor?”
She scoffed, folding her arms across her chest. That was when I noticed two rings on her fourth finger—an engagement ring and a wedding band.. “Are you seriously going to act like you don’t remember me?” she demanded, her voice tight with frustration.
I tilted my head, keeping up the act. “Do I have to?” I asked, biting my lip and leaning in slightly. “You see, I don’t usually remember people who haven’t added any real value to my life.”
Her jaw tightened. With a swift motion, she rais
