TIRD PERSON POV (NARRATOR'S POV)
The tension in the room hung thick like smoke.
Kane stood rigid, his arms crossed, jaw tight, barely holding himself back. Aria’s brows were furrowed, her arms slowly crossing in response, mirroring his stance like some subconscious rebellion.
"I asked you a question.." Kane snapped, his voice low but laced with fury. "Who is Ross, Aria?"
She blinked, stunned. "Why are you yelling at me?"
"Don’t do that.." he muttered, stepping forward. "Don’t play clueless. I saw the picture. You knew him. Don’t lie to me."
"Of course I knew him!" she fired back, voice rising. "But what I don’t understand is how you could even begin to think I’m involved in any of this!" She gestured to herself. "I got shot, Kane! Shot. You think I staged that too?!"
Kane’s eyes fli
