The restaurant wasn’t a fancy place, but it was neat and warm. Becky sat across the table, watching Soso with a calm expression. Her fingers tapped gently on her wine glass, and a light smirk stayed on her lips.
Soso, on the other hand, was already halfway through her food. She ate like someone who hadn’t had a decent meal in days, burger in one hand, crispy chips in the other. She didn’t care about manners. All that mattered to her now was filling her stomach.
Becky finally spoke.
“Instead of risking your life, because trust me, one of these days, that accident you fake might turn real, and when it does, it’s not going to be a light scratch. It’s going to be bloody, and you might not see the last of it.”
Soso paused, holding her chips mid-air.
“I’m offering you something better,” Be
