Katrina pov
The silence that followed my husband’s command was suffocating, a ticking bomb waiting to detonate in the middle of the elegant dining room.
Stacy’s mom snapped. She bolted upright, her chair screeching violently against the floorboards as she threw herself between her kneeling daughter and my husband. "No! Wait! Don't call anyone!" she cried out, her voice cracking with a desperate, ragged panic.
My heart stopped completely. *This is it,* I thought, closing my eyes as a wave of dizziness washed over me. *She’s going to say it. She’s going to tell him who I really am.*
"cove, please, look at her," Stacy’s mom pleaded, her hands outstretched, trembling as she looked at my husband, completely ignoring me. "She’s not well. She’s confused, she’s had a breakdown! Locking her up
