Theo’s sharp voice shattered the silence. “Hailey!” he bellowed, his tone sharp and commanding, echoing through the house. His voice carried such force that I flinched, my trembling hands instinctively curling into fists.
I didn’t move, my body too weak to respond, but the name sent a fresh wave of dread washing over me. Hailey. Whatever he had planned next couldn’t be good.
“Now!” he shouted again, his patience clearly wearing thin. His tone was dripping with anger, each word harsh and unyielding.
Moments later, the sound of hurried footsteps filled the hall. Hailey appeared in the doorway, her face pale but composed, though her eyes darted between us with unease. Her gaze lingered on me, taking in my crumpled form on the floor, before shifting back to Theo.
“Yes, Mr. Rodriguez?” she
