Fiona's eyes snapped toward the voice, and all the color drained from her face.
"Anna," the name slipped past her lips in pure disbelief.
What is she doing here?
The memory of that night with Daniel hit her all at once, sharp and suffocating. Her fingers curled into a tight fist beneath the table as her heart began to pound so loudly she was sure Anna could hear it.
"Why are you staring at me like you've seen a ghost?" Anna laughed, the sound light and amused, yet it sliced straight through Fiona's chest.
The laugh did not ease her nerves. It made them worse.
Anna looked… calm. Too calm. That easy smile on her lips, the relaxed way she carried herself, as if Fiona was nothing more than an old acquaintance she had run into by accident.
Fiona swallowed hard.
Does she know what I tried to do with her man? Didn't he tell her?
