Anabel.
If anyone had told me, if anyone had even dared to suggest that Vanessa could turn into a snitch, I would have laughed it off without a second thought. I would have defended her, dismissed it as nonsense, something too ridiculous to even consider.
But now…
Now, as her trembling fingers pointed directly at me, as she tried to save herself by throwing me into the fire, I stood there completely dumbfounded.
Stunned.
The hell?
My chest tightened, disbelief washing over me in waves as I stared at her. For a brief moment, I couldn't even process what was happening. She was pointing at me… me.
When she was the one who started everything.
The memories came rushing back instantly, crashing into my mind with brutal clarity.
"I will help out!" Patricia's voice echoed, sharp and eager as she stepped into the room that day.
I remembered the way we all turned to look at her, the curiosity, the anticipation.
