Moments later that night, Thea lay sprawled across her massive bed, staring at the ceiling, a soft giggle escaping her lips as though she had just won a dangerous, unspoken bet. The sound surprised even her.
It was not joy in its purest form, but something close to relief mixed with defiance.
She felt as though she had reclaimed a small piece of herself.
The room was quiet, wrapped in the soft glow of bedside lamps and the muted hum of the city outside.
Her laughter faded slowly, leaving behind a heavy stillness. She shifted on the bed, exhaled deeply, and was just about to close her eyes when a violent knock shattered the calm.
“Thea! Open the f*****g door!”
Osita’s voice thundered from outside her bedroom, raw and furious. The sound of his fist slamming against the door echoed t
