Madeline gripped the doorknob so tightly her fingertips turned white.
She hadn't seen Charlotte since the night she heard the truth.
Now the enemy stood right in front of her, with no warning at all.
She bit the tip of her tongue to keep her face calm.
Why is she here?
"What's with you? Your house is my house. I've always come and gone as I please."
Charlotte didn't notice anything strange. She breezed in with a smile.
Madeline stepped aside and watched her head straight for the refrigerator to hunt for a drink.
Madeline had never been good with crowds. One or two close friends had always been enough for her.
Ten years ago, she and Sebastian had been next-door neighbors, and Charlotte had been her desk mate in middle school.
They had grown close fast. That had been ten years ago.
