He froze, eyes wide, staring at the picture without saying a word. Then he finally spoke, his voice tight, “I… I don’t know this woman. We’ve never met.”
“Why are you lying, George?” I snapped, my voice rising. “You’re denying a woman you abandoned? A woman you once loved!” I shook my head, stepping back.
“I want you to believe me, Ava. I don't know that woman. I couldn’t possibly know her and deny it,” George said, his hands raised slightly, as if trying to show he was telling the truth.
At that point, I knew there was no use arguing with him about Maria. He would never be bold enough to discuss her with me. He is stubborn like that, I thought, my arms crossing as I leaned back. “George, what is it that you want from me? Why are you here? I hope it isn’t what I think it is,” I demanded
