Ana heard the door and leaned out, smiling like always. "You're back? I made your favorite mushroom soup. It'll be ready in a minute."
Sean stood in the entryway, expression blank, eyes hollow as he looked at her.
If he hadn't heard that recording with his own ears, he never would have connected the woman in front of him with a killer.
"Why are you just standing there? Come help me bring the dishes out. Dinner's ready," Ana urged.
Sean didn't move. He kept staring at her. "Sean? What's wrong?"
Sean finally said, his voice rough, scraping like sand, "Seven years ago, was Lila really a traitor?"
The color drained from Ana's face. Her hand trembled around the bowl. Hot soup spilled over the rim, scalding the back of her hand, but she didn't react.
She forced a smile, one that looked wo
