Amelia
The moment I stepped into my room, I shut the door behind me and pressed my back against it, exhaling sharply.
Dinner. With Robert. Tomorrow.
My stomach twisted as the reality sank in. It was one thing to play the part of Ethan’s wife in the house, where there were no prying eyes except Eleanor’s—who already believed in us. But sitting across from Robert, knowing he was watching, testing, waiting for something to feel off? That was an entirely different situation.
I pushed off the door and paced across the room, my nerves thrumming under my skin. I needed to calm down. I needed to think.
Maya.
Grabbing my phone, I dialed her number and pressed it to my ear. It barely rang twice before she answered.
“Tell me everything,” she said immediately.
I let out a dry laugh, pacing aga
