Marissa
Silence dropped over the room like a bomb. My tongue felt like lead; I couldn’t form a single word. This was about to turn ugly. This was my worst fear come true.
Justin’s lips flattened into a hard line, his earlier smirk gone. His sister’s mouth opened wide as she took in the scene.
Seven months ago, I had stood exactly where she stood now.
I’d barged into Alan's apartment and found him and Genevieve in bed together. But that paled in comparison to this mess.
I felt nothing romantic toward Justine. Still, the guilt cut deep.
Her gaze darted between me and Justin. I could almost see the realization settling in, each piece locking into place like a puzzle she never wanted to solve.
She stepped back, her posture torn—half-ready to fight, half-ready to flee.
“I want to believ
