Estela [POV]
"Estela!"
His voice sliced through the quiet like a blade, wrapping around my name and sending a cold shiver down my spine. My knees nearly buckled, but I forced myself to keep walking.
At first, I told myself I imagined it. But the thick silence that followed told me otherwise.
I froze mid-step, keeping my back to him.
"Who’s Estela?" I asked, trying to sound detached.
"You’re really going to keep playing this game?" he growled, his voice laced with disbelief and rising fury.
"I’m afraid I don’t know what you’re talking about," I said coolly, planting my feet and tightening every muscle in my body to keep still.
"You expect me to believe you don’t remember last night?" His footsteps creaked closer.
"I told you already—you fell." I stayed firm, even as my heart pounde
