Angela stood near the back of the bar’s storage room, wiping her trembling hands with the hem of her old blouse. The place smelled like liquor and smoke, but her mind was too restless to notice anything around her. The fear inside her chest grew heavier. She had come back here looking for answers… and maybe even Leo.
Suddenly, the door creaked open.
Angela turned her head sharply, her eyes wide in panic.
Her knees almost gave up under her.
It wasn’t Leo.
It was him.
Mr. Luke Samonte—the owner of the bar… the man feared by many, especially by the girls who once worked under him.
Angela gasped and stepped back. Her mouth quivered. "No… no—please…" Her voice cracked. "Please believe me! I’m not Nancy! I swear to you… I’m not her!"
Luke didn’t say anything right away. He walked in slow
