Sophie's nails dug into her palms, trying to keep herself from shaking as Dahlia's cruel words cut deeper. The insinuations, the hatred—it all weighed down on her, making it hard to breathe.
"GET OUT OF MY HOUSE, DAHLIA!" Shane's voice tore through the room like a thunderclap, each word laced with fury so intense it seemed to shake the very walls. His whole body trembled with the weight of his anger, and for a moment, Dahlia flinched—but only for a moment. That familiar smirk crept back onto her face, mocking him.
"What's wrong, Shane? Did I hit a nerve?" Her voice was a low, smug taunt, each word dripping with satisfaction. "Still so easy to read, even after all these years. You haven't changed one bit."
