Christy's POV
The walls of my room felt like they were closing in on me, suffocating me with every breath I took.
I couldn't stop pacing from the window to the bed, back and forth like a trapped animal, my bare feet brushing across the polished floor while my chest rose and fell too quickly.
My hands trembled as they brushed over my nightdress and tangled in my hair, and I couldn't stop replaying Jasper's words in my mind.
"Kendrick went to the hospital to investigate the truth."
He had said it in a strained tone, trying to keep me calm, but it had the opposite effect.
Those words pierced me deeper than any blade, because I knew what that meant. If Kendrick went there, if he cornered the right person, then the wall of lies my family and I had built to keep him out would crumble in seconds.
The truth.
My legs buckled as I sank onto the edge of the bed, pressing my shaking palms over my face as I tried to block it all out.
