Angela’s gaze bore into him, and for a moment, Mark felt as if she could see right through him. But before he could speak, his phone buzzed, breaking the tension. He glanced down, his blood running cold as he read the message: “I know what you did.”

The words were a dagger, stabbing through the flimsy veneer of his carefully constructed life. Panic surged through him, and he quickly stood up, excusing himself to make a call. But as he stepped into the other room, Angela followed, her eyes alight with a strange, knowing glint.