NORA
Tiffany laughs uncontrollably. The hair on my skin rises, my stomach knotting tight.
"...Are you kidding me?" she asks, shaking her head. "You actually expect me to believe he's innocent?"
I fold my arms. "I'm asking why you're so certain."
She takes one furious step forward, tears glittering in her eyes. "Because Josh showed me the messages."
I falter, my brows creasing. "What messages?"
"The ones your husband sent." Her voice cracks. "He told Josh he was going to kill him."
My head slowly turns towards Marcellus. He looks genuinely confused.
"...What?"
Tiffany lets out another harsh laugh.
"Oh, don't pretend." She digs her phone out of her pocket with trembling hands. "Josh sent me screenshots because he thought Gregory was bluffing."
She opens her gallery, waving her pho
