The bell above the diner door jingled as Chloe pushed it open, Zoe trailing just behind her. Diana was still at the booth with Melinda, sipping her soda with that infuriating smirk. Melinda, though, sat slouched forward, her hands clenched tight in her lap, her eyes swollen red from holding back tears.

When she saw Zoe walk back in, her breath caught. "Zoe..." she whispered, almost afraid to speak her name.

Diana raised a brow, leaning back smugly. "Well, this should be interesting.”

Chloe ...