We got lost somewhere in ambition, in appearances, in always wanting more than we had.”

I studied her face, searching for sincerity beneath the practiced contrition.

Rebecca had always been skilled at saying what people wanted to hear.

But there was something different in her expression now—a crack in the perfect facade, a glimpse of genuine regret.

“I can’t trust you yet,” I said finally.

“That will take time and consistent behavior.