The morning light was soft as it spilled across the kitchen counter, casting everything in a quiet calm that felt like a reprieve from the chaos of last night. I clutched my tea, feeling the warmth seep into my hands as I tried to steady myself. My mind was still racing with everything Dustin had told me—the secrets, the betrayal, the whole twisted mess that was Victoria.
Before I had the chance to fully process it all, Mercy arrived, her eyes alight with worry and an intensity that I knew would only ease once I explained everything.
“Alright,” she said, settling into the chair across from me with her coffee in hand. “What happened? I heard there was some serious drama after I left.”
I took a deep breath, feeling the weight of the words before I even said them. “Mercy, you were right ab
