“No. Thank God.”
“Who do you think is sending them?”
“My guess is the cocky one who thinks it’s fine to flirt with my husband out in the open.”
“That may be so, but I just so happened to receive my own unexpected email from someone this afternoon, and I thought you should read it.” Her eyes linger over mine for a moment too long before she fishes her phone out of her pocket and pulls the email up for me to see.
My eyes gloss over the words in a hurry, trying to discern the danger my sister might be in, and my heart ceases beating altogether. A breath hitches in my throat.
“No,” it’s all I can manage. My blood pressure spikes to unsafe levels. Adrenaline shoots through my veins in one violent burst. “This can’t be happening. This will not happen.”
Lena pulls the phone to her chest before I can snatch it from her and toss it into the water. Her eyes set to mine with a fire in them that I have never seen.
“It is and it will.”
