70: Jessica's Plot

Jessica’s POV.

I slammed the phone down with a force that made it rattle across the table, my frustration boiling over. The plan had failed spectacularly. Allison was still alive, and I had been forced to watch as her name appeared on the hospital’s patient list. My heart pounded with anger as I replayed the details in my mind. The plan to eliminate her had been so close to succeeding, only to unravel because of that idiot Sam.

The room around me felt too small, the walls of my studio apartment closing in as I paced. My thoughts raced. I had followed William to the hospital, keeping my hood low and blending into the crowd. I had seen him enter and watched as he talked with nurses. It was clear he was visiting a patient who had survived a gunshot. The realization that it was Allison had made my blood boil.

In a fit of rage, I had stormed back to my apartment and called Sam, demanding answers. “What the hell happened?” I had snarled into the phone, barely containing my fury. “Why is Al