Alexa avoided the woman's gaze, trying to keep her composure. The woman's pale fingers reached out and brushed a strand of Alexa's hair away from her face. "Looks like you're having fun," she said with a cold edge. "Despite the fact that you've destroyed someone's life."
"It isn't our fault," Alexa replied defensively.
The woman's eyes, a striking red with a glint of malice, narrowed. "Denial," she said softly. "At least you got karma. What's life like with a curse, Ms. Ford?" she added.
Alexa's frustration boiled over. She shoved the woman away and began to walk faster.
From behind, she heard the woman's whispered insult, "Bitch."
Alexa's face tightened with anger, but she didn't look back. Instead, she quickened her pace, determined to put distance between herself and the unsettling encounter.
As Alexa exited the building, she nearly stumbled, but her brother Alex caught her just in time.
