“But why didn’t you tell him the truth?” Clara hissed.
Millie shot her a look. “Because Ethan said he’d get rid of her! Just like that,” she snapped her fingers for emphasis.
Clara’s brow furrowed. “And? Isn’t that a good thing? She was making up lies about you!”
“Well, she wasn’t entirely wrong,” Millie glanced nervously around the narrow corridor between the kitchen and the staff lounge.
“Hold on a second. Are you telling me there’s some truth to her accusations?” Clara placed her hands firmly on her hips, her eyes narrowed. “Amelia Kate Foster, have you been keeping secrets from me?”
Millie winced at the full use of her name, a sign of Clara’s growing frustration. “Not exactly…”
The truth teetered on the tip of her tongue, the urge to confide in her best friend warring with the na
