I glanced at Selina who seemed as off in la-la land as I was. Her fingers trembled as she picked up her knife and fork. Did she know? Did she know I’d been making out with the man who’d murdered her husband? Had she recognized him? I wasn’t sure she’d ever met Colt. I didn’t think she had. They’d both been at my birthday party, but there’d been hundreds of people there that night. A crowd of nameless, faceless, Saint View kids who she wouldn’t have paid any attention to.
