I should’ve known Alice wouldn’t stay quiet for long.

The morning after Mark and I… Well, after everything, I found her sitting at the kitchen counter like she belonged here. She had her long, perfect legs crossed, a cup of coffee in her hand, and a fake, sweet smile plastered on her face.

I already didn’t trust her. Now, I liked her even less.

“Morning,” she said smoothly, her eyes sweeping over me.

I knew exactly what she was doing—taking in the oversized shirt I was wearing. ...