Chapter 54

• Maya was leaving the florist’s shop, a bouquet of bright daisies in hand, when she nearly collided with someone on the sidewalk. She muttered a quick apology, her mind preoccupied with the errands she needed to finish before heading home. But then the woman she’d bumped into spoke, and the voice sent an unexpected chill down her spine.
• “Maya? Oh my God, is that you?”
• Maya froze, her heart skipping a beat. Slowly, she turned to face the source of the voice, and there she was—Claire. Dressed in a tailored coat, her dark hair pulled into a sleek bun, she looked polished and poised, as though the years had been kind to her. But all Maya could see was the woman who had shattered her trust five years ago.