Kirsten stared at the flashing name on her phone screen, the last flicker of warmth in her eyes extinguished, replaced by an icy detachment.
She let the phone ring until it went to voicemail, only for it to stubbornly ring again.
Only then did she slowly slide to answer, remaining silent.
Marion's voice, laced with suppressed fury, came through immediately, each word gritted out through clenched teeth. "Kirsten, where are you right now?"
His tone carried an entitled sense of control, as if she were still a possession obligated to report her every move.
Kirsten didn't answer his question. Instead, she let out a soft scoff, her laugh dripping with cold mockery.
That single sound ignited Marion's anger, but Zack's words "saved Ms. Clarke last night from some unsavory characters" flashed
