/Zane's POV/
"I think I just asked you a question, though." My voice remained cold and detached as I watched Katherine fidget on my sofa, her head lowered and shoulders sagging. The leather creaked beneath her as she shifted, the faint scent of her floral perfume clinging stubbornly to the air.
"You see, I don't get it. No matter how much I think about it. Since Allison lost her memory after the stabbing, we can barely get anything regarding the circumstances that led to it. But while digging, I realised you once told Allison that we slept together."
Actually, I'm not sure she was the one who told Allison, but knowing Kathy, it wouldn't be above her to do that. While she was a pretty talented actress, Kathy was barely avoiding scandals with people she would often throw herself at—her fellow actors, directors, producers… basically anyone she thought could help her career. Even now, her perfume mixed with the faint smell of panic—sharp and sour—made the room feel heavier.
