The air in the room was thick with tension as Lisa took a deep breath, steeling herself. Her gaze traveled over the familiar furniture of the Daniels' living room, but it all felt foreign now—a house, not a home. This moment had been building for years, shaped by every slight and every quiet sacrifice.
She stood at the center of the room, her voice steady but low. Estabelwas by her side, a silent pillar of support, and on the opposite side stood Linda, summoned at Lisa's request. Linda looked confused, her expression one of mild annoyance, as if she were being inconvenienced by something trivial. Mr. and Mrs. Daniels hovered nearby, exchanging uneasy glances, unsure of what was to come.
"So, I'm here, Lisa," Linda drawled, folding her arms. "What's this all about?"
Lisa's eyes locked onto her sister's, a burning resolve in her gaze. "I wanted you here Linda, because I need to say this once and for all. I want everyone to hear it."
