Chapter 5Gwen
“Gwen? Hello! What’s so riveting on that screen that you’re totally ignoring my tale of woe about my date last night?”
Gwen looked up and felt the familiar rise of guilt flushing her face. “I’m sorry, Bethany. I got distracted by something on Facebook.” In fact, she’d been perusing the car ads, but no need to share that information. “What were you saying?”
“What’s wrong with you? You’re not yourself at all today. Where are those signature red curls I’ve always envied? Did your power go out or something?” She patted Gwen on the head. “That’s not your usual make-up either. Or how you usually dress. And is that chipped nail polish I see? What’s up?”
Gwen shrugged. What could she say? Sorry, I was out late being an accomplice to murder—you know how messy that can be—then slep
