Sam's P.O.V.
I stormed upstairs, slamming my bedroom door shut behind me. My heart was pounding, my chest tightening with the weight of anger and humiliation. How dare he? How dare he humiliate me like that in front of our parents?
I threw myself onto the bed, burying my face in my pillow as tears spilled over. I hated how easily he could get under my skin, how every word of his felt like a direct stab to my pride. It wasn’t fair—none of this was fair.
The knock on my door was soft but insistent. I wiped my face quickly, hoping to mask the evidence of my tears, but I knew it was useless. “Come in,” I mumbled, trying to sound unaffected.
Mom stepped in, her expression a mix of concern and confusion. She closed the door behind her, crossing the room to sit at the edge of my bed. “Sam, wh
