She looked at me with real warmth in her eyes, as if she trusted me with her life, and for a moment I thought I couldn’t go through with it.
But then I remembered what she’d done and I suddenly felt calm again. What goes around comes around, and she deserves everything that’s coming her way.
Trust is a funny thing; it takes such a long time to build, yet it’s broken in a second.
She shouldn’t trust me—it will be her undoing.