Mayella POV:
I stood before my mirror, the tension in the room almost palpable. My fingers hovered over the selection of clothes laid out on my bed—a physical manifestation of the choices that lay ahead. I'd initially thought of accompanying Dad, Arabella, and even Nickisha to this godforsaken meeting with Infinity, but something gnawed at me, something I couldn't quite put my finger on. A whispering unease told me I needed to change the course of this familial shipwreck before we all went under.
With a sigh, I shoved aside the clothes and sat for a moment, pondering. The reflection staring back at me seemed to urge caution, but also...action. An odd mix, like gin and milk, but that was exactly how my life felt right now. Torn between loyalties, betwixt duty and self-preservation.
"Sa
