( Esther's Point of View)
I saw her when I turned to Matthew. She was the last person I wanted to see again. Rebecca.
I couldn't breathe. My heart skipped a beat, and I couldn't move. She was only a few feet away, and her smile was perfect, as always. Her eyes sparkled with something I couldn't quite put my finger on. Maybe confidence, or something worse. In any case, it gave me the creeps.
She looked at me, but not just for a second. It was planned and thought out. She looked at me like she was taking measurements, like she already knew what she was dealing with. The kind of look that made you feel small and like you didn't belong in the room.
I could hear Matthew behind me, and his footsteps stopped. He didn't come closer to me or pull me away. Instead, I felt him next to me, like a
