Vanessa’s POV
A tidal wave of crushing disappointment engulfs me as I find myself under Amelia's gaze. My best friend, once a pillar of support, now stares down at me with a blank expression that slowly transforms into a disapproving frown. It feels as though I've unwittingly become an unwanted intrusion in her path, a presence she wishes to obliterate.
She didn’t expect to see me at our hideout, as if my presence here is an inconvenience. But I was the one who found this place. Alfie followed me here, curious about what had rendered me speechless and ignoring their calls. That's how it became our personal space when we needed solitude.
So yeah, she’s in my space.
The disbelief washes over me like a torrent, prompting a visceral question—have I undergone such a profound transformation
