Dawn and Tara were locked in a heated argument. The air felt thick, almost like it was pressing down on them, making every word sharper than it should be.
"How can you say it’s Alex? She isn’t an enemy," Dawn said firmly, her voice rising with frustration.
"You call her your friend, yet you know nothing about her," Tara snapped back.
Dawn frowned. "What do you mean?"
Tara folded her arms, her jaw tight. "Did you ever ask yourself why you got fired from the pizzeria?"
Dawn froze. Confusion clouded her eyes. "Wait… how do you even know about that? I don’t remember telling you."
"I did my research," Tara replied, tone sharp. "But that’s not the point."
"I don’t believe Alex would ever do something like this," Dawn said, shaking her head, her voice softening with certainty.
Tara sighed
