*Aryanna*
I hobbled toward the wall for stability. I pressed my hand on the surface, hanging my head for a moment. The clamor in my mind deafened every thought as it felt like every fear was beginning to manifest in the form of flesh and blood. If he knew, he could ruin everything.
“Shel, what do you mean he knows?”
She hesitated, rethinking her words. “Look, I don’t think he knows, knows. But he definitely suspects something. He knew that Shelley was “Charline’s” best friend, so he found me and asked whether I was still in communication with Charline in the past five years.”
Alarmed, I lifted my head sharply. “And what did you say?”
“What do you think?” she threw back with a hint of hurt. “I acted dumb. I made up some BS story about how our friendship faded, and we grew apart.”
“Did he buy it?” I asked eagerly.