A Chilling Suspicion

Celine sensed a certain familiarity in their conversation—it felt as though they were old friends who had known each other for many years.

But Sylvia's calm, measured tone had always been that way.

Old friends didn't know her recent life; new acquaintances didn't know her past. Recent matters weren't for the old to know; the past wasn't shared with the new.

Joy and sorrow were carried alone—others