MARCELLO
My heart hammered in my chest as Xyra stared at the note in my hand, the one Mandy had given me earlier. "You know this handwriting?" her brows furrowed and her voice trembled.
I hesitated. I was unsure of what to say as I was caught between admitting that I was involved with Mandy and wanting to be honest with Xyra. It felt like a tightrope walk, one wrong step and everything could come crashing down.
"Yeah," I finally admitted, my voice was more of a whisper. I knew what was at stake, and I couldn't afford to twist the truth, even if that meant revealing that I knew Mandy. Well, I more than “knew” Mandy. I was getting quite tight with her.
Xyra's eyes widened, and a gasp escaped her lips. She leaned forward, curious to hear the full story. Obviously, my ability to recognize
