CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
Emma got inside the house and Diane was already waiting, arm akimbo behind her sofa, her eyes looking stern as ever.
"Where are you coming from?" She asked, and Emma nearly rolled her eyes, but she knew better than to react rashly.
Her and Diane had rather gotten close over the past few days since she came back from when she confronted Alex. In a way two people
stuck in a burning building get close, not from love, but from the simple fact that they needed each other to survive.
Emma hated it. She'd started to see herself in Diane's way, in the way her mother's mouth twisted when she was scheming.
The adage that says people of like minds tend to flow well wasn't a lie.
Two days before they had prepared dinner together, the ingredients in the house were getting sm
