Violette thought she was trapped in some sort of bizarre nightmare.
How else could she make sense of the words being hurled at her?
She was minding her own business, safe within the confines of her home. What could possibly have gone wrong?
“Violette, when you visited the Caesar’s Palace, did you, uh, get intimate with some guy?” Mike asked, noticing her silent confusion.
“What do you mean exactly?” She asked, genuinely perplexed.
“You know, that sort of thing...” Mike stammered, feeling too embarrassed to be too explicit.
His hesitance clued her in quickly.
“Why would you say that?” she asked, clutching her phone as she walked towards her room. “Mike, what on earth happened?”
“I’m gonna send you a video. You need to see if it’s you,” Mike said. His voice was tinged with urgency. “I know the woman in the video isn’t you, but she looks so alarmingly similar...”
Violette had an inkling of what this was about.
She ended the call and saw the message from Mike with the attached video.
Taking a deep breath, she tapped to play it.
The woman’s voice in the video was the first thing that hit her, sending chills down her spine. It was eerily familiar.
How could this be happening?
How could this woman sound exactly like her?
She suddenly remembered Sarah’s last words before her tragic suicide!
Sarah had claimed she’d heard Violette’s voice after being horrifically mutilated. Maybe it wasn’t a hallucination. Maybe it was real!
Everyone had thought Sarah had lost her mind, but that wasn’t the case. The real madness lay with the person scheming behind the scenes to target Violette.
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