Janet weakly slumped on the sofa.

The window was open, and her long hair billowed with the wind. She sighed and closed her eyes.

Moments later, she turned to look at Ethan, her gaze cold and aloof. "What the hell is going on, Ethan?"

Everything had been a hoax.

She was so touched when Ethan stood up for her. But she felt like a fool now.