Critical Condition

VANESSA

I stood in front of my mirror, carefully fixing my hair, my fingers running through the soft waves as I thought about my next move.

Daphne had been lying to everyone, pretending she was pregnant, and it was time to put an end to her little charade.

I had been patient—watching, waiting for the right moment to strike. And now, everything was falling into place. The perfect exposure.

Beatrice