Grace's hand trembled as she stared at the crumpled paper in her palm.
The cold air brushed against her skin, but she barely felt it.
The words on the paper burned through her mind:
"Meet me at the stadium. 3 p.m. tomorrow. If you want to know more about the Coles."
Her heartbeat quickened.
She read the line again, and again, hoping she had misunderstood it.
The man, the same one who had followed her since yesterday, had given her this.
But why? And what was he talking about?
Her mind was spinning. Everything that happened inside the mansion still clung to her like smoke.
The laughter, the cheers, the announcement… the betrayal. Donald's mother. Nicole's smirk.
Her fingers tightened around the paper. The edges cut lightly into her skin, but she didn't let go.
A tear slipped down her cheek. She wasn't even sure who she was crying for; herself, Donald, or the part of her that still believed love could be simple.
