NEW ENEMIES
Hanna lit a cigarette with shaking fingers, even though she hadn't smoked in months. She leaned against the stone wall of her apartment balcony, eyes darting to make sure no one was nearby. The air was thick with Mediterranean heat and her guilt. "You look like hell," Alina said, stepping into Hannah's apartment without knocking. She dropped her bag on the bed and folded arms, smirking in cruel satisfaction. Hanna turned, her jaw tight. "What do you want now?" Alina walked closer, holding up her phone. "Just a little favor. You owe me, remember?" "I told you never to bring that up again—" "And I told you," Alina cut in smoothly, "that secrets like that don't stay buried forever. Unless someone makes sure they do." Hanna's throat dried. One leak about that night back in college, the p
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