June’s Point of View
“No, you can’t! You cannot leave the house!”
I froze, my breath caught in my throat. The glass of orange juice I had been holding trembled in my hand, droplets sliding over my fingers. Daniel’s voice wasn’t just loud—it was venomous, sharp enough to slice through the morning air.
He stood across the table, fists clenched so tightly his knuckles blanched. His brows drew into a severe knot, his jaw rigid as though restraining something darker beneath the surface.
I blinked, stunned. “…What? Daniel, I just said I wanted to visit my aunt. That’s all. It’s been years since I last saw her.”
His eyes didn’t soften. They only hardened.
At first, I thought he hadn’t heard me, but the silence stretched so long it became suffocating.
“Daniel?” I asked again, trying to stea
