I hesitate at the entrance of the restaurant, my fingers gripping the door handle so tightly that my knuckles turn white. The night air is crisp against my skin, but it does nothing to cool the fire of anxiety burning in my chest. My heart is racing, pounding so loudly I’m certain anyone nearby could hear it. I take a deep breath, trying to steady myself, but it feels like I’m about to walk into a trap—and, in a way, I am.
Jade, Marcy, and Grace are waiting for me inside, their smiles undoubtedly as sharp as the knives they’ve been stabbing into my back with every word, every glance, every threat. They’re not here to be friends. They’re here to remind me of my place—to make sure I remember who really holds the power. The triplets might treat me like family, but to Jade, Marcy, and Grace,
