I was in a medley of both confusion and irritation.
Was Sophie really the one who'd been here last night?
So she really was the person that'd been eavesdropping on us.
All that she'd said last night, was it real?
Or had she just created some story to make me believe her?
I turned back to Triston who was staring at me like I was some child or something.
“Are you sure?” I had to ask, unsure how to feel at the moment.
I'd been feeling guilty all night for blaming her, but then this.
He nodded. “This is the footage of last night, she was the one here.”
The photo showed her standing in front of the door, ears pressed against it.
Anyone could tell she was obviously eavesdropping.
Again, that feeling of betrayal stuck in my soul.
“What did she tell you about Stella?” He asked in a
