Nina

Scarlett’s revelation echoed in my mind, refusing to fade. Jack’s innocence had been proven - but how? My plan had been meticulous, every detail perfect.

I paced frantically across the room, gnawing at my fingertips until they were raw. My thoughts spiraled out of control as I searched desperately for answers.

I had to think. Had to breathe. Had to figure out what went wrong.

The evidence I planted was excellent—Sarah’s blood on Jack’s clothes, his DNA under her fingernails. ...