Josie
I hoped Kiel wouldn't break character. Everything hinged on him keeping up the act, and deep down, I knew Michelle wasn't far. Something in my gut screamed that she was eavesdropping. The air itself felt charged, like the walls had ears and were itching to betray us. If we slipped now, if Kiel faltered even for a second, all our carefully laid-out plans would unravel before our eyes like thread pulled from a sweater.
I hadn't made it far—barely got to the junction—when Michelle appeared with two elders flanking her like guards on a royal escort. Of course, her entrance was theatrical. Michelle never knew how to exist quietly. She couldn't breathe without making it everyone's business. She had a presence that demanded attention even when she wasn't worth any. The corners of her mouth curved up in a smug little smile, and she looked at me like she was already winning.
