Chapter 11 THE ENEMY OF MY ENEMY

Anesha's POV

I'm sitting in Rochelle's on a Wednesday afternoon, sipping white wine over appetizers, with women I barely know all because of a single phone call. As I'm settling in at work, I get a call from a number I don't know.

"Hello?" it's a woman. Her voice is soft and child-like. "Is this Anesha Stanford?"

"Yes, who am I speaking with?"