[Amelia]
How am I going to explain to Vanessa why I have the business card of her enemy in my hands? What is going to happen when she tells her cousin?
“It’s nothing,” I lie, placing my hands behind my back. “Nothing important.”
“What do you mean, it isn’t important?” She’s growing red as she reaches for my arm yanking it forward. Squinting, I shut my eyes tight as I silently pray that she’ll just leave me alone.
“It’s just a card from a new friend,” I try to brush off the significance of the small card clenched in my fist. “Someone I met at the party. I…”
I brace myself, holding my right arm tight to my side. But she grabs the left side instead.
“I don’t care about your silly business card,” she huffs in an exaggerated exasperated tone. “You stole a bible from a church, Amelia. S
