Valeria

The voice made my skin crawl. I hadn’t heard it in months, maybe a year, but it hadn’t changed a bit but there was no mistaking on who owned it. It had been long but the voice still remained the same, still dripping with mockery and a false sweet tone that never truly deceived anyone who really knew her.

I turned slowly, trying to keep my hand steady on the plate. Our eyes met, and in an instant I felt that same old weight in my chest.

Clara Maldini.

Of course it was her.

She ...