NICOLE

Endless thoughts are racing through my mind, each more troubled than the next.

It's like I've just dissected Haley inside of my mind and I'm pulling her apart, trying to get to the very core of her. She's someone I once called a friend—no, a sister. Haley was going to marry my brother, and I'd be the bridesmaid. Her only bridesmaid, she once said, smiling at me tenderly.

How's it possible that it was all an act?

I know what I heard, and when he showed me the video of her entering ...