: The Con

hing with anger. "How dare you question me?" she spat, her voice low and

Ngimanchi," I said, trying to keep my voice calm. "But I need to know the truth

t trust me?" she asked, her voice dripping with indignation. "Afte

I said. "It's about understanding what's going on. I've given you a lo

s going to open up to me. But then her face hardened again, and she turned a

t of unspoken words hanging between us. I knew I had to push her to

racking with emotion. "Just tell me the

anger and sadness. "You really want to know?" she asked, her v

g in anticipation. "Yes, I

l. "My sister isn't even sick," she said, her voice cold and de

using the money for? And how could she deceive me like this? The questions swirled i