Jasmine's POV
I made it back to Christopher's mansion before him, which gave me time to breathe and prepare.
The house felt oppressively quiet. I poured myself water in the kitchen, willing my hands to stay steady. The confrontation at the hospital replayed in my mind, and satisfaction curled warm in my chest despite the nerves.
His mother's horrified face. The doctor's confusion. Christopher's complete panic.
Perfect.
I heard his car pull up outside twenty minutes later. The engine cut off. A door slammed.
Here we go.
I sat calmly on the living room sofa, hands folded in my lap, waiting.
The front door burst open with such force it rattled the frame. Christopher stormed in, his face twisted with rage.
"What the hell was that?" He didn't even bother closing the door behind him. "
