~CASSANDRA~
"Cassandra, sit down," my father said in a calm but irritated voice. He leaned back in his chair, the dim light of his office catching the deep lines on his face. "You're wearing a hole in my floor."
But I couldn't stop pacing. My heart hammered so hard I thought it might burst from my chest. Daniel's accusation played on an endless loop in my mind: the pills, the receipt predating the crash, his furious promise to expose everything to Layla.
"You faked everything, Cass. I'm done."
Then nothing. His phone had gone dead. No trace of him anywhere. What if he'd already reached her? What if my whole carefully constructed scheme was crumbling because of one stupid mistake?
"I can't sit, Dad!" I whirled on my father, my voice cracking with barely contained panic. "He knows, Dad. About the abortion pills, about the staged miscarriage to frame Layla; if he tells her, the entire fraud case collapses. We lose everything. The lawsuits, the revenge, our credibility. Everything!"
