Sierra's POV
Too late, I realized I'd handed her ammunition. Jack's brow had furrowed.
I, his expression darkening.
"Jack, Anna must have her reasons," Lucy continued, her voice dripping with manufactured compassion. "We shouldn't judge her."
The hypocrisy was too much. "Stop pretending, Lucy," I snapped. "Anna got you sent back to your parents' house. I don't believe for a second that you don't hate her. Why act so virtuous and understanding?"
Lucy's friend instantly leapt to her defense. "Our Lucy is beautiful inside and out. She doesn't hold grudges like that."
"Beautiful inside?" I laughed incredulously. "Are we all supposed to have amnesia? When Jack married Anna, who was it crying and manipulating Jack out of their wedding night? Beautiful inside? Please!"
The words hung in the air like smoke.
Jack stood without a word and walked away, leaving his half-eaten meal and all three of us staring after him.
With Jack gone, I felt oddly liberated.
