Angela could barely look at herself in the mirror. Her reflection stared back, pale and tired with dark circles under her eyes. She hadn't slept much after Edmund left her room, her mind had been consumed with thoughts of the night before, of Mark's sudden appearance, of the growing danger in everything she was doing.
Her phone buzzed, pulling her out of her thoughts. A message. She reached for it, her heart skipping a beat as she saw Edmund's name on the screen.
"We need to talk. Tonight. Usual place."
Angela bit her lip. The 'usual place' was the empty guesthouse behind their estate, a perfect hideaway from prying eyes. She had thought about telling him to stop, to end whatever this was before it got any worse, but every time she tried, the words never came. She was already to
