Tessa’s worry about Tyler hadn’t faded, but now it was tangled with a new kind of anger, cold and sharp as a knife. It gave her the strength to rise from the couch.

Ana instinctively stepped back, dropping the rag from her hand.

“Why would you think it was me, Ana? What kind of emergency made you so sure I’d end up in the hospital?” Tessa’s voice was calm but edged like steel, pressed tight beneath the surface.

She moved closer, slow and deliberate, every step measured. Ana ...