As soon as Nicolette entered her room, she immediately started plotting.
She had had enough. She was tired of everyone thinking she was a fool.
Dropping her bag on the table, she began pacing the room. Her heart was racing with too many emotions, and she couldn't stay still.
Her thoughts drifted to Rachel. She reached into her bag, pulled out her phone, and placed it beside her on the bed.
Just in case.
Anxiety gnawed at her from inside, along with eagerness and a burning curiosity. She couldn't wait for Detective Hector to invite her back to the station.
She was desperate to hear Rachel's bloody excuse. She couldn't wait for her to be arrested and for the truth to come out.
She tapped her foot against the marble floor, her anxiety peaking.
She couldn't handle the waiting.
It was driving her nuts.
What could she do?
She stood and resumed pacing. Her heart pounded, her mind raced, her fists clenched as she started plotting again.
