Jane hurled her phone onto the table in a fury, her breath hitching against the anger burning in her chest. The screen still displayed a list of outgoing calls, not one of them answered, leaving her with a stinging sense of being ignored.
"Why won't Leo ever pick up my calls?" Jane snapped. Her voice rose in a sharp shrill that pierced the silence of the living room. She flung herself onto the velvet sofa, drowning in a frustration that continued to peak.
Her eyes, brimming with hatred, shifted toward the middle-aged woman standing stiffly nearby. Suspicion began to crawl through Jane's mind like venom.
"Is Celine still not back yet?" Jane asked Maria. Her gaze was demanding, as if Maria were personally responsible for Celine's absence.
