Anita's gaze remained fixed on the car's window, the buildings moving past like shadows in a dream. It was early afternoon, the city was alive, but her mind was lost.
Tessa had been her plan A.
Meeting her at the hospital that day, Anita had intended to use her — a well-timed pawn in her game of revenge against her husband.
But now… she had offered her a hand in friendship.
And friends weren't meant to be pawns.
Anita exhaled, slow and quiet, her breath fogging the window slightly. The shift had been subtle at first — a pause in her gut when Tessa cried, a tightness in her throat when she said "How do you survive loving someone who leaves you with a life sentence?"
But now it wasn't subtle anymore. It was a crack, deep and raw, stretching across the glass wall she'd built around her years ago.
