I stopped crying two days ago.
Not because the pain was gone.
Because something stronger had replaced it.
Anger.
Daniel still acted like nothing had happened.
He kissed my cheek before work.
He asked if I wanted breakfast.
The lies were almost impressive.
Amara hadn't visited since the party.
That alone told me everything.
Guilty people disappear.
But I wasn't going to scream or beg.
No.
I wanted the truth.
The real truth.
So that evening, when Daniel went to shower, I picked up his phone again.
This time, I unlocked it.
My heart pounded as I opened the messages.
"A ❤️"
My hands trembled.
But when the chat opened…
My stomach dropped.
It wasn't Amara.
It was someone else.
Someone whose name made my blood run cold.
My older sister.
Nora.
And the messages were worse than betrayal.
They were plans.
Plans that involved me.
What exactly were they planning?