Alice’s phone lay on the ground.

Her trembling eyes darted between Ken and the floor as if trying to piece everything together. She’d heard it all—every word.

“Alice,” I called softly, stepping toward her.

But she wasn’t looking at me. Her glare locked onto Ken, sharp and full of betrayal. “What did you mean about my heart?”

Ken froze, his lips pressed tightly together, unable to speak.

I jumped in ...