(Beverley’s POV)
The tension in the house had become almost unbearable, thick, electric, and constantly humming just beneath the surface of every normal conversation.
Marcus and I barely had any real alone time anymore, but he made sure I felt him constantly. His presence was everywhere, even when we couldn’t touch. He was a master at these secret games, pushing me further and further while Mom remained completely oblivious. It was terrifying. And addictive.
It started at dinner that evening.
We were all sitting at the dining table like a normal, happy family. Mom was on one side, chatting happily about her day with her friends, laughing and gesturing with her fork. Marcus sat directly across from me, looking calm and attentive as he listened to her stories. I tried to focus on my plat
