Marble point of View
The kitchen clock ticked steadily into the small hours of the morning as the kettle finally whistled. Marible rubbed her bloodshot eyes, leaning against the counter while she poured hot cocoa into two mugs.
She was running on pure adrenaline and exhaustion. Talia had been pushing for answers all night, and eventually, Marble had simply run out of the energy to keep the secret.
When she finally whispered the truth—that Josh was Michaela’s biological father—Talia had stared at her in utter, silent shock.
But sharing the burden didn't make Marble feel any better. If anything, saying it aloud only fueled the toxic rage simmering in her chest.
Marble had been the one to nurse Josh through his darkest days. She had stood by him when he drank himself to the brink of dea
