Angela stood at the entrance of the building, arms crossed, her demeanour calm and collected. Her smirk felt like a dagger to Faith's heart, a sight that confirmed her fears. Angela had always resented her, but could she be behind this? A rush of anger mixed with dread, knowing she could have played a part in this mess.

"Just you wait, Angela," Faith murmured under her breath, unable to shake the feeling of betrayal. She had stooped lower than Faith could have ever ...