Twelve Years Later, His Canary Flew Away
In the script I'd written in my head, I would have slapped him and walked away without a second thought.
But right now, my feet felt glued to the floor.
I managed to take a step back, avoiding his hand.
"That perfume you're wearing is rather strong."
Panic flashed in Soren's eyes, but he quickly composed himself, playing dumb.
"Chanel No. 5," I said, looking him straight in the eye.
"Isabella's favorite."
His expression faltered.
"Abby, you're overthinking things."
"I was taking care of business all night."
"I must have picked it up in the conference room."