Chapter 11 A Perfect Lie

The lie started small.

A late meeting at the gallery. A lunch with a "client." A phone call taken on the balcony in hushed tones.

But like all lies, it grew. Spread. Twisted its roots through everything Amara thought she could control.

And by Monday morning, Amara was no longer sure who she was pretending for-Ethan, Daniel, or herself.