One of Us Is Next (One of Us Is Lying, #2)

by Karen M. McManus

“Listen, Maeve. You don’t have to worry about Bronwyn and me. We’re endgame.”

and I turn away with a smile so they can have their reunion kiss in private. “Endgame,” I say to the empty room.

Holding on to resentment is like drinking poison and waiting for the other person to die.