ADVERTISEMENT
strong, expensive perfume. Her hair was perfectly styled. Her smile was polished, but cold.
“Hello, Margaret,” she said calmly. “I’m Alicia. We met on the plane eighteen years ago.”
My stomach dropped.
She was the young woman who had been seated beside me. The one who had told me those babies needed someone.
“You were sitting next to me,” I whispered.
“I continue reading …
ADVERTISEMENT