Chapter Two: The Weight of Secrets, The Fragility of Truth

Chapter Two: The Weight of Secrets, The Fragility of Truth

"'Cause you know I love the players. And you love the gam—" Anna's voice, a grating rendition of Taylor Swift's "Blank Space," filled the small apartment, the repetitive lyrics a relentless assault on my already frayed nerves.

"Shut up, Anna," I snapped, my voice laced with a sharp edge. "If you don't, I'll make sure your pretty mouth stays shut permanently."

"Aww, so sweet, bae. So sweet," she retorted, her voice dripping with mock affection, a playful defiance that only fueled my irritation.