"Cath, do you think this will work?" Jemma's voice was a sharp, poisonous dagger that cut through the air.
When I turned around, I saw her standing at the living room doorway with her arms folded and her eyes flaming with hardly contained rage. After folding one of Mia's sweaters on the couch, Cath stood up straight and calmly and resolutely faced Jemma's look.
Cath's voice was firm but had a sharp edge that I had never heard before. "Jemma, whatever you're here to say, I suggest you think carefully before saying it," she said.
Jemma retorted, "Oh, I've given this a lot of thought," and moved deeper into the space. "Cath, you're the issue here. Mike can't see well because of you. Additionally, you must depart before destroying anything.
I moved forward, putting myself in the middle of
