Just as he finishes speaking, Amber steps forward.
She stops beside them and gently wraps an arm around the woman’s shoulders, her face arranged into an expression of perfect sympathy.
The sight makes my stomach turn.
I watch her rub soothing circles against the woman's back while stealing a glance at me over her shoulder. A glance that lasts barely a second.
I don't know what she's hoping to gain from this performance. I don't know how she can stand here and comfort a mother whose pain she helped create. And I definitely don't know how she sleeps at night.
“Let them be.” Amber says, still consoling Calista’s mother. “Today is the day she suffers for her actions.”
The hypocrisy of it nearly takes my breath away.
A hundred different responses burn at the back of my throat but I swal
