SABRINA
His response, or lack thereof, to my inquiry quickened the rhythm of my heart. I fixed an unyielding gaze upon him, tears freely descending down my face. "Have you been the one orchestrating Mykel's blackmail with my intimate photos?" I repeated, my voice trembling with a mix of fear and disbelief.
Seth sighed audibly before resuming his seat, seemingly unfazed. "Please, Sabrina, take a seat."
Is he out of his mind? I pondered as I stared at the man before me, questioning the depth of my familiarity with him. "You have the audacity to suggest I sit down as if we're friends?"
In response to my incredulous remark, his head snapped up, a blend of surprise and irritation etched across his features. "What?" he scoffed. "You suddenly no longer consider me a friend?"
"Did you?" I cou
