The ringing continued until the call ended. Sage's fingers tightened around the phone, and Vivienne's words suddenly returned to her with such clarity that she felt sick.
‘Harper will go to jail.’
‘She killed him, Sage. Your precious best friend is a murderer, and Rhett has been trying to protect her.’
At the time, Sage had wanted to slap the smug expression off Vivienne's face. She still wanted to. The woman had a talent for finding the most painful thing in a situation and pressing her finger directly into it, smiling while everyone else bled.
But what if there was some truth buried beneath her cruelty?
Sage shook her head immediately.
“No. Absolutely not.” Her voice trembled in the empty room. “Harper wouldn't hurt a fly. She complains when somebody steps on an ant, for God's sake
