Nova and Savannah sat opposite each other in the living room, the silence between them as thick as the tension. They stared at each other, eyes locked in a silent battle. The living room, usually a place of comfort, felt like a battlefield.
Nova’s gaze was sharp, her mind racing with questions and suspicions. Savannah, on the other hand, met her look with a defiant calmness, her expression unreadable.
Finally, Nova broke the silence, her voice steady but carrying an edge of impatience. “What happened that night after dinner?”
Savannah leaned back slightly, her smirk barely visible. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Nova’s eyes narrowed. “You know exactly what I’m talking about. Tell me what happened between you and Bentley that night after dinner. That’s when everything changed
