We Were Never Friends

Her face is obscured, tilted, but the stillness of her body, the unnatural angle of her limbs, leaves no doubt. In this case, the mother of the bride will fade into the background. She bites her lip and regains her composure. “Extortion is a crime, too, Amelia, darling,” Roxy says, her blue eyes flashing with hatred and something else. Finally, the sound of crunching gravel gets his attention.