Mandy POV
The moment I stepped into that house, I knew one thing.
Celyne hadn’t changed.
Still quiet.
Still soft.
Still thinking she could avoid me.
A small smile formed on my lips as I walked down the hallway, my heels clicking softly against the floor.
Five years.
Five whole years.
And she thought she could just disappear like that?
No explanation.
No responsibility.
Nothing.
“Well…” I muttered under my breath. “Let’s see how far you’ve come, Celyne.”
I didn’t bother knocking gently.
No.
I knocked just enough to make my presence known.
Firm.
Sharp.
“Celyne.”
There was a pause.
Then movement inside.
Good.
She was there.
The door opened, and the moment I saw her face, something inside me twisted—not pity.
Never that.
Something closer to satisfaction.
“Ohhh, Celyn
