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Annabelle's POV

It was a cold night, and I was walking home from Laura's house. I was lost in thought, replaying the just concluded scene in my head, when I saw Chris walking towards me. My heart skipped a beat, and I could feel my palms getting sweaty. I desperately tried to avoid him, ducking my head and quickening my pace, but it was too late. He had already seen me.

"Hey, Annabelle!" he called out.

I hurried away, my heart pounding in my chest. I couldn't shake off the feeling that Chris knew something, and I was terrified of what would happen if he found out that I had been conspiring with Dominique behind their backs.

As I finally reached my front door, I slumped against it in relief. That had been way too close for comfort. I needed to tell Dominique what had happened and come up with a plan to cover our tracks.

When I saw him in the woods earlier, I couldn't tell him, but when I got home I was too scared to hide it from him anymore.

I dug out my phone and sent him a quick