Chapter 30

• My pulse thundered in my ears as Theron and I trailed behind Twila down the corridor to her study. She glided ahead of us with effortless poise, her ginger waves swaying with each confident step on four-inch heels. Her fitted black dress hugged every curve like it had been sewn onto her body, radiating sophistication and power. She was elegance incarnate, and I--I was a jittery mess in her wake, barely keeping up without tripping over my own uncertainty.
• Had I made a mistake agreeing to this meeting?
• I drew in a shaky breath. Theron was supposed to be the one doing the talking. I was meant to play the role of silent support smiling, nodding, agreeing. But now it looked like I’d have to be the one telling the story. A story I hadn’t quite figured out yet.