A fairytale night
Cassie’s POV
His eyes were piercing mine and it was becoming hard to keep up with the lies. I laughed again, uneasy, my hands twisting under the desk. “That’s me, detective. I wear my anger on my sleeve, then let it go. I was mad, sure, but that’s it. No grudges afterwards.”
He nodded, like he believed me, but kept asking, his questions circling closer, about Milo, about Sara, about the hospital’s schedules. My answers started to fray, my story not adding up, and I felt the walls closing in. If he dug deeper, I would crack, my secrets spilling out about my involvement with Milo’s death, the calls, and even the charm.
I had to get out.
My stomach churned, real nausea mixing with my lie. “I’m sorry, detective,” I said, my voice shaky, standing abruptly. “I was telli
