Cynthia Dion:

"Mara!" I quickened my pace to catch up with her, but she was darting away from me as if I'd committed a crime. It made no sense.

As I hurried after her, lost in my thoughts, I failed to notice someone coming from the opposite direction. I collided with none other than Rosalie.

"My bad!" I winced, nursing my arm that had been scratched by the keychain dangling from her purse.

"Of course it's you," Rosalie muttered, her grip on the plastic coffee ...