HypatiaGreene
They had been rivals for years. They hid their faces as they walked past, glaring through their fingers, too bitter to study each other's features.
Then, one day, his hand slipped, and he saw.
He never looked away.
The lump in Veronica's throat seemed to expand as she held back her words. She thought Lazarus would be in a better mood today, but the marks on her face indicated otherwise. It was best to stop talking.