Anna’s eyes widened as she stared at Monica.

Her voice betrayed her, leaving nothing but a parted mouth and stunned silence. 

The image from that night resurfaced, the night she discovered Monica fucking James in their bed.

She never thought she’d see her again, though it was possible since Monica lived close by.

“Anna,” Monica called, stepping toward her.

In a flash, Anna yanked open the car door, lunging for the backseat. 

She didn’t want to talk to Monica.

“Anna, wait! ...