“What the hell, Elara!” Ella ducked just in time as the ceramic cup shattered against the wall behind her. She stood frozen in the doorway, her hand clutching the doorframe, eyes wide with shock. “Are you trying to kill me or something?”
Elara spun around, her chest heaving, her face flushed with anger. “Maybe!” she snapped, her voice trembling. “Maybe I should throw more things! Maybe I should—” She grabbed a pillow from her bed and hurled it across the room, but it landed harmlessly on the floor.
“Elara, calm down!” Ella stepped inside, cautiously closing the door behind her. She surveyed the room—clothes strewn everywhere, a broken vase in the corner, the bed in disarray. “What’s going on with you?”
“What’s going on with me?” Elara’s voice cracked, and she sank onto the edge of the b
