ANNABEL

"Oh, I missed your calls, my phone was having some faults."

I lied. In fact, I had seen his call and then put him on mute. The last thing I wanted to do was talk to Michael. I couldn't get the thoughts of my last encounter with him out of my head—how he had fucked Janet, how the fuck had that happened under my nose.

"Oh, I'm sorry about that."

He said it so naturally. He still looked the same, the way he talked, the way he acted—everything still looked the same. He was a fucking ...