r mind was racing with a mix of sadness and anger. The conversation with Malcolm Seba

she said quietly, clench

mation she could find on Victoria Watson. As she read about Victoria's accom

aya muttered, her tone

, and she didn't believe Victoria could be an exception. There had to be

o her research, Amaya's

ed? I don't understand," Louis said, h

y with cruel words, as Malcolm had demanded. But she

even though she hadn't answered the

ctoria's social media history: Barry Joe. He was tagged

d?" Amaya wo

between Victoria and Barry. The wheels in Amaya's mind started turning. If she coul

ing an innocent person to sabotage a relationship? The mora

away the doubts. Malcolm 's threats were still echoing i

ther. She would find this Barry Joe and learn everything abo

r room. Sticky notes covered the walls, connecting pieces of Victoria's li

le you can, Victoria," she muttered. "Because I'm comin

ouis, asking for an explanation. Amaya's resol

her parents, and the future with Louis that was being taken

back to her laptop. She had a long night

rofiles, public records, and any other sources she could find. Each piece of info

h her windows, Amaya sat back, exhausted but tr

ria," she said, a grim s

re of Victoria. Comments that could be interpreted as insensitive, jokes that wouldn't fly in today'

o track down his current contact information and, mor

fect life holds up when her e

t before dialing Barry's number. As the phone rang, Amaya too

roggy male v

a asked, injecting a note

who's

w the truth about Victoria Watson,

other end of the line. "V

ave some information that I think you'

nd guilt. She was crossing a line, she knew that. But in her mind, s

gain, glancing at her silent phone.

the information she had collected, carefully selecting what to reveal and what to hol

o deep now to turn back. Whatever the consequences, wh

d, her voice barely above a wh

d with it, the next phase of Amaya's plan was set to begin. She was playing to win, no matter the