The cool breeze brushed against her face and pulled her out of her thoughts. Angela pushed the hair away from her eyes, but her fingers shook as they touched her skin. She was sweating, even though the night was cold, and her heart refused to calm down.
Music filled the air, loud and confusing, matching the chaos in her head. She needed to say something useful, something convincing, or everything she had worked for would fall apart right here. The man standing in front of her was too sharp, too observant.
If Tyler discovered the truth about who she really was, it would destroy everything. All her efforts, all her sacrifices would mean nothing. She was too close to her goal to let that happen. Not now.
"Are you not?" Tyler asked slowly. "I still remember what the girl looked like. Angela. Yes, her name was Angela." His eyes narrowed as he stepped back, studying her face like he was trying to pull a memory from her skin.
