After Divorcing My Husband, I became His Boss
I added softly, “you have to act like nothing’s wrong. Maria can’t know we’re onto her.”
Hannah stiffened. “Pretend?”
“You’re a better actress than you think,” I said with a faint, encouraging smile. “Just keep doing what you’ve been doing, watching her, noticing things, staying alert. Let her think you’re vulnerable. She’ll slip. People like Maria always do.”
A tear slid down Hannah’s cheek, but this time she didn’t crumble. She let me wipe it away.
“I’m scared,” she admitted in a whisper.
I gently framed her face in my hands. “Good,” I said honestly. “Fear keeps you sharp. But listen to me carefully, Hannah,”