Cassandra's pov
I paced back and forth in my room, biting my nails. My heart raced as the pressure mounted. The walls of the mansion felt like they were closing in, and I couldn't escape the feeling that Damien was onto me. The phone in my hand felt heavy, but I couldn't wait any longer.
I dialed Eleanor's number, my hands trembling as I held the phone to my ear. It rang twice before she picked up.
"What is it, Cassandra?" Eleanor's voice was cold, clipped, and impatient.
"Mom, I—"
"Don't call me that!" she snapped. "How many times do I have to tell you? Never address me like that. It's Eleanor to you."
I flinched at her sharp tone, swallowing the lump in my throat. "I'm sorry, Eleanor. I just... I'm scared. Damien is acting different. He's suspicious. What if he finds out about the baby? What if he discovers it's all fake?"
