WINNIE“I didn’t invite you to get involved in my business. So why did you even go to Ramon’s house the day Ciara was shot?”It stung more than I wanted to admit.I wasn’t expecting gratitude, but I never expected blame. I didn’t go to his house for fun. I went because I cared. Because I couldn’t just sit back and do nothing while everything felt so wrong.And now, somehow, it was my fault.She looked at me like I’d crossed a line. Like I’d overstepped.Maybe I had. But I did it for her. For Ciara. For the truth.I blinked hard, trying not to cry. My throat burned with the effort. I told myself I didn’t care, but I did. I cared too much.I looked down at my hands, bruised, sore, bandaged. I’d gone through hell. I could’ve died. And this was what I got?I bit my tongue, trying not to cry in front of her.Phoebe’s face softened almost instantly. “Winnie,” she said, reaching for me. “That’s not what I meant. I’m sorry, I’m just…”“Just what?” I whispered, finally looking up. “Just stres
PHOEBEI picked up the call on the second ring, barely glancing at the screen. I almost dropped my phone when I heard the words:“This is Valley Point Medical Center. A woman named Winnie is asking for you.”I shot upright. “Winnie? Winnie Collins?”“Yes. She’s here under a different name as Linda, but she’s awake and asking for you.”“Oh my God,” I breathed. “Is she okay? Is she…”“She’s stable. But she’s very agitated.”“I’m on my way.”I hung up and turned to Ramon, who had been sitting silently on the other side of the room, his hands loosely clasped between his knees.“She’s alive,” I whispered.His head snapped up. “Winnie?”I nodded quickly. “She’s at the hospital. Valley Point Medical. She used a different name, but she’s been asking for me.”For a second, he didn’t move. Then he stood. “Let’s go.”The drive was quiet. Too quiet. My hands trembled in my lap the entire time, and I couldn’t stop my knee from bouncing. A thousand thoughts raced through my mind, was she hurt? What
WINNIE“You’re safe now and I will get phoebe for you,” the nurse said gently. “You were brought in last night. Do you remember anything?”I swallowed hard. “Gas station… I collapsed.”She nodded. “That’s right. A woman found you unconscious and called it in. You were dehydrated, bruised, and exhausted. You’ve been asleep for hours.”I tried to sit up. Pain flared through my ribs, and I winced.“Whoa, don’t rush. You’re okay. Just lie back,” she said quickly, pressing my shoulder down with a soft but firm hand.I obeyed, my breaths shaky. “I need to call someone. Her name’s Phoebe. Please, I need to call her. I need her here.”“I’ll help you with that,” she promised. “But first, let’s check your vitals. Just stay calm for me, alright?”“But…” I tried to push again, my panic rising. “She’s in danger. I have to warn her. Richard…he’s…he’s going to…”“Shh,” she hushed me gently, pulling something from her pocket. “We’ll get to that. I promise. But if your blood pressure spikes again, we’
WINNIEI wake up with a massive headache and feel the world spinning. My eyes flutter open and I see the dim light of a room I don’t recognize. My head throbs, and I try to focus on my surroundings. Then I see him again, Richard. He stands in the shadow by the door, his face cold and his eyes full of malice.“Winnie,” he says sharply, stepping closer. “What have you found out about Ciara?”I swallow hard and try to sit up, my body heavy and uncooperative. “I…I know what happened,” I stammer, my voice trembling. “I know you killed her.”Richard’s eyes narrow. “You think you know, huh? And what about the person who showed up that day?” he sneers.I grit my teeth. “I know it wasn’t really Ciara,” I say, forcing my voice to sound strong even as the pain in my head worsens. “I know you lied about everything.”He laughs, a cold, cruel sound that cuts through the silence. “You’re making wild claims, Winnie,” he says icily. “You have no proof.”I lean forward, even though my body protests. “I
PHOEBEI’m waiting under the streetlamp outside Ramon's neighborhood. He asked to meet there because his uncle was around and I wasn’t even in the mood to meet that murderer. I was certain that he knew something about Winnie’s disappearance. My hands were shaking. My chest feels tight. Every time a car passes, I look up, half-expecting to see Winnie being dragged behind.Then Ramon drove out. His face is pale, his eyes tired. He spotted me and stopped, motioning for me to get in. I got into the passenger’s seat without saying hello to him. I was still mad at him but my stupid heart says otherwise and I hate myself for that.“Phoebe,” he says softly.“Don’t ‘Phoebe’ me,” I say, stepping back. I swallow hard. “Why should I even listen to you?”He flinches. “Because I want to help.”“And you helped... what?” I whisper. “Because of you, Winnie’s gone.”He closes the distance. “I didn’t mean... I never wanted this.”I look away. “You were there when she went missing. Your uncle knew about
PHOEBEI sat on the couch, checking my phone for the third time in five minutes.Still nothing.I looked at the last message I got from Winnie: “I’m coming over. This is bigger than we thought.”That was over two hours ago.I called her again. Voicemail.“Winnie, it’s me. Where are you? Call me back, please,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady.But I wasn’t steady. Not even close.I stood up and paced the living room, glancing out the window like she might magically appear. I tried to tell myself maybe she just got held up, maybe her phone died, maybe she fell asleep. But deep down, I knew it wasn’t something small. Winnie wasn’t the type to go silent, especially not when she said she was on her way with something important.Another five minutes passed. I couldn’t take it anymore.I grabbed my keys and headed out the door.Winnie’s apartment complex was quiet when I pulled up. Too quiet. It made my skin crawl.I ran up the stairs to her floor, my heartbeat speeding up with every s