The Night the Masks Fell Off
The next clip rolled.
Them. In my bedroom. My sheets. My dog barking outside the door while they giggled.
People gasped again. Someone cursed under their breath.
My note flashed on screen: “Remember, every lie has its consequences.”
Aaron’s face turned white. “Claire—”
“Don’t,” I said quietly.
“Please, this isn’t—”
“Real?” I snapped. “Because it’s pretty damn real to me.”
Diane’s face contorted. “You’re embarrassing yourself.”
“No, Mom,” I said evenly. “You did that for me.”
