Katrina pov
The sharp, heavy knocks vibrated through the thick wood of the front door, echoing like gunshots through the high ceilings of the empty foyer. I stood paralyzed in the middle of the hallway, my heart hammering so violently against my ribs that I could barely breathe.
*Who could this be?* I asked myself, the cold sweat of pure panic breaking out across the back of my neck.
"Babe! Babe, open the door! I forgot something!"
Cove’s voice pierced through the wood, clear and frantic. The sound of his voice instantly struck me dumb. My mind went completely blank, the sheer terror of the situation freezing the blood in my veins. *What will I do now?* If I opened that door, Cove would see the real Stacy Roberts standing in his foyer. He would see us side by side. The entire illusion
