Vanessa.
It was the first time in my entire life that the quadruplets had ever gathered together like that… not in unity, not in brotherhood…but against me.
The realization alone made my chest tighten painfully, like something fragile inside me was being crushed without mercy. Their eyes, their voices, their anger, it had all been directed at me, as though I was the enemy.
And all because of that bitch Patricia.
My fingers curled tightly against the fabric beneath me, nails digging in as I tried to steady the storm raging inside my chest. No… I couldn't let it end like this. I wasn't going to take the fall for everything. Not when I knew exactly how things worked around here.
If I went down, I needed someone else to go down with me.
A scapegoat.
Someone believable.
Someone no one would question.
And as fate would have it… Anabel had been right there in the room.
