As the morning light seeped into the room, my head pulsed in rhythm with my heartbeat, causing me to retreat back to the comfort of my pillow, hoping to soothe the lingering pain. In this moment of respite, my mind played back the events of the previous night, each scene etched with frustration and disbelief that coursed through my veins, making my clenched fists a testament to my inner turmoil.
'Why would Stella keep something like this from me?' An inkling of doubt crept into my thoughts, prompting me to sit up abruptly, despite the persistent throbbing in my head. A nagging realization tugged at my consciousness. "How did he know about my connection to Stella?" The question resonated in my mind, pushing me to pick up my phone and dial Darcy's number. The air felt tense as I waited for
