Third person’s POV
The room was quiet again. The silence was deafening.
But this time… it wasn’t grief that kept her still.
It was rage.
Scarlett stood at the foot of the bed, arms crossed tightly, her robe wrapped around her trembling form. The tears had dried hours ago. What remained was a strange calm, too quiet to be healthy. The kind that came before storms.
She picked up her phone, hands slightly shaking.
Edward – no response
Edward – delivered
Edward – still not responding
She was tired of begging.
She scrolled down.
Dad.
Her finger hovered for a second… then tapped.
It rang twice before he answered.
“Scarlett?”
His voice sounded cautious. Cold. Not like before.
She inhaled sharply. “Dad… I know you’re angry. But you need to hear what happened. Jasmine… Jasmine was s
