Chapter Sixty
Ana
I stared directly into Ema's eyes the exact second those biting words left my mouth. Her fragile expression shattered for a brief moment before she quickly turned her head toward Desmond, letting out a soft, rehearsed whimper as she clutched her stomach.
"Desmond, I swear I didn't mean any harm by it," Ema pleaded, her eyes widening with forced tears. "I genuinely just missed Ana so much while she was gone. Why on earth is she being so incredibly mean and hostile to me the moment she walks through the door?"
A bitter, cold chuckle escaped my throat when she delivered her little performance, but I was entirely uninterested in standing around to witness her pitiful act. I shifted my weight, fully intending to take a step past them and put an end to the conversation.
