Khloe smiled faintly.
“Terrified.”
That surprised him.
She closed her fingers around Arthur’s key.
“Being calm doesn’t mean you aren’t afraid.”
She looked toward the velvet curtains, the bar, the tables where people once pretended not to watch her humiliation.
“It just means fear doesn’t get to choose your next move.”
Then Khloe Harding walked out of Laura through the front door.
Not carrying plates.
Not lowering her eyes.
And not invisible anymore.
