Nancy lay in bed, her mind spinning with the weight of the deception. She had been pretending to be Angela for days now, and the pressure was starting to suffocate her. Every moment felt like she was walking on a tightrope, balancing between keeping the lie intact and losing everything she had fought to gain.
Her phone rang, and instinctively, she reached for it without even looking at the screen. She was hoping it was Andrew. She needed to hear his voice, to reassure herself that she was doing the right thing, that everything would be okay.
"Hello? An –" she answered quickly, her heart beating faster as she anticipated hearing Andrew's voice.
But the voice that greeted her on the other end of the line was nothing like Andrew's. In fact, it made her blood run cold.
"Nancy, why the hell
