"Who's Mia?"
The question rendered me completely speechless as I stared at him. How did he know my name? My heart threatened to come out of my chest and I heaved slowly, trying to catch my breath.
"Are you okay?" His eyebrows furrowed in worry.
"What? Where'd you hear that name?" I asked.
"I overheard you and Tara earlier," he confessed.
My heart skipped a beat.
"What exactly did you hear?"
I wondered if my face showed just
how panicked I was. Did he hear everything we said? Did he know I killed Jeff? Did
he know we buried his body in the backyard? What exactly did he know? And how much did he hear?
"I didn't mean to eavesdrop on your conversation," he paused.
My hands shook under the water, and I tightened my fist. That meant he'd heard something. Fuck, fuck, fuck.
"I was about to ask you how hot you liked your bath to be when I heard her calling you Mia," he said.
