Claire's POV
"Are you out of your mind?!" Sissy shouted, gripping my shoulders tightly. "How could you possibly take Evander's side after everything he has put you through? After all the pain and humiliation he caused you?"
I met her glare with a steady gaze and let out a heavy sigh. "Is that what you think?" I said softly.
Her eyes narrowed in confusion, but I didn't elaborate. How could I blame her for thinking this way? It was my fault. I was the one who told her my version of the story, leaving out the parts I didn't want to admit to myself and the things that are coming to light one by one.
Sissy's hands dropped from my shoulders as the silence grew between us. It was thick and suffocating. I watched as her stance softened slightly, her gaze faltering.
"Claire…" she began, her tone quieter now, almost apologetic.
