Abigail“You must be hungry,” Alexander said.Pressing a hand to my stomach, I realised he wasn’t off the mark. "I could eat," I agreed.He nodded and then gestured toward the foot of the bed, where a chic looking shopping bag sat unobtrusively against the deep garnet duvet.“There’s a change of clothes in there, I've made sure they're comfortable. Go take a shower. I’ll ask the chef to make you something light to eat.”I raised an eyebrow, a lazy smile spreading across my face as I tilted my head to regard him with playful suspicion. “You had no plans of letting me go home tonight, did you?”Alexander’s expression didn’t shift much, but the corner of his mouth lifted in what might’ve been the ghost of a smirk. He neither confirmed nor denied it. Instead, he gave the faintest shrug and gestured toward a door on the far end of the bedroom. “Bathroom’s through there. I'll be bacm” he said, then turned on his heel and quietly exited the room. The door closed with a soft click behind him.
Abigail I leaned back against the seat and let my head fall against the window. The glass was cool, and the movement of the car was almost hypnotic.Sleep clung to me like mist, soft and stubborn, as I sank into the plush warmth of the backseat. My body was still buzzing faintly with all the chaos that had happened today with Liliana and all the truths of how far Susanna's manipulation in my life went. But exhaustion was winning now, creeping up my limbs like vines, tugging at my eyelids, and dulling the sharp edge of my thoughts.I must have nodded off completely because the next thing I became aware of was motion. I was moving. More accurately, I was being carried. My brows furrowed before my eyes even opened, my voice sluggish as I murmured, “Where are we?”Alexander’s voice answered me gently. “We’re at my home.”I let out a relieved sigh, nestling slightly closer without even thinking. “Good. I’m glad you brought me to your apartment. I don't think I could bear the idea of being
Abigail“I think I know what we should do about Marceline,” I blurted, my voice low from exhaustion but sharp with conviction.“She’s the only one whose flaw we haven’t haven’t cracked yet. But I was remembering her relationship with Casillas, and—”“No.” The word was gentle but final.I blinked, startled. “What?”There was the faintest crease between Alexander's brows as he studied me. “You’ve done enough,” he said, and gently rested his hand on my shoulder. “Abigail… take a break. You need rest.”My mouth opened again, the protest half formed but it didn’t come out.“You’ve done so much, and given our operation a strong start. It’s my turn now.”I looked at him, dumbfounded. Not because I entirely disagreed, but because slowing down felt almost foreign.“But Marceline’s angle—”“Come on, Abigail,” Roxy cut in from where she stood, her arms crossed but her voice gentle. “Give yourself a day off, just one day. You’re dead on your feet.”I turned to her, my eyes narrowing slightly, but
AbigailMy head was spinning, and Alexander's words had pulled all these memories loose from whatever vault I had buried them in, it was as if the dam had been broken and everything else came rushing back; moments I had brushed off, glances I hadn’t thought twice about back then. Now they spun and tangled in my mind like they’d been waiting all along, invisible until the right lens made them clear.It was like my mind had gone into overdrive, dragging up every scrap of every memory I’d ever pushed aside, examining them now with the knowledge I had, and trying to see what had always been there and just hidden in plain sight.And the more I thought about it, the more it started to feel like all of this was connected. And it went beyond just Susanna and Casillas. It is as if we are all connected - Alexander and Conrad, me and Susanna. As if we are pieces on a board being moved by hands we hadn’t seen until now. And the more I pulled on the threads, the more I began to see the shape of s
AbigailI continued to listen to Alexander, my mind connecting the dots of how thoroughly Susanna had gone to lengths to take everything that should have been attributed to me, how she could not rest until she put her name to every little action from me.She had asked after Conrad’s health with such genuine concern, and told Alexander how glad she was to see him walking, how she had worried that his lungs might be permanently damaged because of how thick the smoke had been. Susanna had mentioned things about the accident with so much certainty and with such vivid detail, that there had been little room for doubt in Alexander’s mind that she was the woman who had run through the fire to pull him and his brother out of that flaming wreckage. It made me think, had she been following me that night? Had she been stalking me, watching from a comfortable distance as I tried to save their lives? How had she been so accurate?My throat was dry, but my skin felt clammy, my heart loud and chaot
AbigailRoxy had been standing silent until now, but at my words, she rubbed my arm gently, her brows drawn in concern. But I barely felt her touch. My mind was somewhere else entirely, back in those cramped, creaky theater spaces, rehearsing until late into the night with the others, pouring all of myself into something that had felt like the only good thing in my life. That time had been one of the darkest I’d ever lived through. My mother had just started treatment then, and the bills had been piling up and draining me dry. I had taken to working two jobs along with my acting at the Horizon Collective, waitressing and cleaning offices, just to keep things afloat. But the Collective had been my one escape. None of us in it were famous, we weren’t even close. But I loved it more than anything. The heat of the stage lights, the wooden floorboards that creaked as we brought stories to life, the way my voice filled the tiny black box theatre when I lost myself in a monologue…it had be