"By the way, why did you lie to that officer and say your right hand was injured?" Clara Grant asked, her voice deceptively casual.
Faye Jennings's heart clenched with a mix of panic and anticipation. She was terrified her suspicions would be confirmed, yet she desperately hoped Seth Quinn's answer would prove them wrong. She couldn't help but prick up her ears, even holding her breath as she waited for his reply.
"Mm, I didn't want to shake his hand. He'd just shaken hands with someone else."
Though his words were simple and didn't state it outright, the meaning was crystal clear: he was disgusted by Faye Jennings. So disgusted, in fact, that he was unwilling to even touch a hand that had just touched hers.
Faye Jennings staggered back a couple of steps. A sharp pain lanced through her heart, and her nails dug into her palms, yet she felt nothing.
A mist instantly clouded her expressive eyes, gathering into tears that spilled from their corners.
