"I was worried," she said quickly, slipping into her usual act. "After what happened with Anna, I thought you might need someone to talk to. You looked so tense earlier."
Ethan's expression didn't change. He didn't even blink.
"I appreciate the concern," he said quietly, "but I'm fine."
Fiona tried again, flashing a charming smile. "You know, it's such a shame about Anna. I had no idea she couldn't swim. If I'd known, I would've stopped her before she walked into the water."
His gaze sharpened immediately.
"You didn't know?" he asked, voice deceptively calm.
Fiona froze, a flicker of panic crossing her face. "Of course not. How could I?"
Ethan took a slow step closer, his eyes narrowing as if dissecting every word she spoke. "Because from what I heard," he said, his tone dropping a degree colder, "you've been Anna's friend for years. Her best friend, wasn't that what you called yourself?"
Fiona's smile stiffened. "Y-yes, but—"
