"You are surprisingly quiet ever since you talked with Anna," Ethan said, briefly taking his eyes off the road to glance at Kathrine.
Kathrine barely reacted. She sat stiffly in the passenger seat, her thoughts tangled and restless. She still did not understand what Anna had meant by asking her to check on Betty, but that short conversation had stirred something unsettling in her mind.
Unbidden, memories surfaced.
Drunk Anna. Her unfocused eyes. The way her voice had cracked when she kept saying she was not who she thought she was. That she had been living a lie.
Kathrine's fingers tightened in her lap.
At the time, she had brushed it off as alcohol speaking, as pent up emotions finally spilling over. But now, the words refused to stay buried. Something deep inside her screamed that Anna had known exactly what she was saying.
"Ethan, wait!" Kathrine suddenly blurted out.
