Caroline's
Point of View
As
wraps up her act, her true intentions become crystal clear—this isn't just a
showcase of her design. She's showing off, each word, every calculated look my
way, all the pauses filled with sickly sweet memories aimed at me to hear and
grasp why she's pulling this stunt. She's out to prove a point, to ensure I
notice her, that I listen to her take on the past, the one she's tweaked to fit
her own story.
She
still has not change. She is still the woman who seeks validation and
attention.
Still,
despite her obvious attempt to get under my skin, I find myself unable to give
a damn.
Because
something way scarier, way more urgent, occupies every corner of my mind.
If she is
here... it means Knoxx is here too.
This
thought hits me like a massive wave making my body freeze as fear twists in my
gut. It's the only thing that makes sense. Dolly wouldn't show up here by
herself. She wouldn't join this contest, in this country, unless she felt safe.
And who else could g
