Could She Be Faking It

Only then did Nathaniel let it go.

As they stepped outside, Nathaniel carefully examined Cecilia’s scalp. Cecilia gently brushed his hand away. “I told you, I’m really fine. It was just a little tug. Besides, she’s clearly unstable-no point in getting worked up over someone who’s out of their mind.”

“All right.” Nathaniel nodded, though his gaze stayed dark and intense. Even if he said he’d let it go, in his mind, he was wishing Stella would suffer a thousand times over.

Truthfully, Cecilia wasn’t as calm as she looked. Something about Stella’s behavior had felt off.

Could a person who’s genuinely insane show that kind of look?

Before they left, Cecilia turned to the director. “Does Stella have any history of violent tendencies?”