The manager, seeing that Sean said nothing, sidled up with a simpering smile. "Miss Henson is far too gracious. And with Mr. Mason right here, this girl wouldn't dare mind..."
Only then did Rebecca lift her heel, slow and deliberate. Her gaze swept over my face, lingering. "Your name sounds familiar. Where have I heard it before?"
My heart skipped a beat.
She turned to Sean. "Honey, doesn't that name ring a bell?"
"Elaine... Cox... Do you remember who that is?"
The air turned to stone.
I felt a searing gaze land on my back, hot enough to burn straight through me.
But I didn't dare turn around.
I stayed on my knees. The pain in my hand had gone numb. Only my heart remained, slamming against my ribs like a caged thing.
One second.
Two seconds.
It felt like a century before the man's voice came, flat and indifferent.
"That name sounds trashy."
"I don't remember."
My heart seized, as if a fist had closed around it and squeezed. I could barely breathe.
Of course Sean didn't remember me. Of course he didn't want to. I had abandoned him at the lowest point of his life.