Karen hesitated, her grip on the knife tightening, then loosening. After a tense moment, she nodded slightly. "Fine. But no tricks."
I nodded, leading the way towards the back door, my heart pounding. As we stepped outside, I prayed for a resolution that wouldn't end in violence. The cool night air hit my face, and I took a deep breath, trying to steady my nerves.
Once we were outside, I turned to face Karen, who was standing with the knife still clenched in her hand. Her eyes were wild, a mixture of anger and desperation.
"Karen," I began, "let's talk about this. I don't know what you think happened, but we can sort this out."
She laughed bitterly. "Sort this out? There's nothing to sort out, Jiyeon. You took everything from me. Everything!" She pointed the knife at me, her hand trembling. "Do you have any idea what it's like to lose everything? To be left with nothing but scraps?"
