“She trusts me too much.”
Her vision blurred.
A tear slipped down before she even noticed she was crying.
She wiped it quickly, almost angrily.
No.
Not yet.
Not now.
She kept reading.
Because she needed to know.
Because stopping now would be worse.
And then—
She saw a name.
A name she knew.
A name that made her stomach twist violently.
Not a stranger.
Not someone random.
Someone close.
Someone who had sat at her table.
Laughed with her.
Looked her in the eyes.
