DAPHNE’s POV

Secrets taste different when you share them in whispers.

They’re heavier and sharper; tonight, they weren’t just secrets. They were survival.

The café was half-empty, tucked away on a side street most people forgot existed.

A yellow lamp hummed overhead, casting our table in a dim pool of light.

Outside, the city roared, but in here it was just me and Celeste. Two women holding pieces of a puzzle that could ruin us both.

She slid her phone across the table. ...