The closer my birthday came, the more nervous I felt.
Not about Daniel.
About Amara.
Something wasn't adding up.
Yes, she helped me.
Yes, she showed me evidence.
But one question kept haunting me.
How did she get so close to Daniel in the first place?
That night I checked something.
Old photos.
Old messages.
Old memories.
Then I saw it.
A picture from two years ago.
Daniel and Amara laughing together.
Comfortable.
Too comfortable.
Before all of this started.
My stomach tightened.
Maybe she didn't start pretending recently.
Maybe it had been happening longer.
Much longer.
The next morning, I asked her directly.
"How long have you really known?"
She froze.
Silence stretched between us.
Then she whispered something that changed everything.
"Longer than you think."
My heart dropped.
Because suddenly I wasn't sure who the real enemy was anymore.
What if the person helping you… was also betraying you?