Tessa
The air was a noose tightening around Tessa’s throat. Danielle’s smirk still lingered in the space like smoke after a fire, her words echoing in the silence: Ray said I could wear them… he wouldn’t mind. Would you?
Tessa’s body shook, though whether from rage or humiliation, she couldn’t tell. She wanted to scream, to rip the shirt off Danielle’s body and hurl the shoes across the room, but her feet felt anchored to the floor. The betrayal was so naked, so brazen, that her mind struggled to keep pace with her heart.
Her eyes sought Raymond’s instinctively, clinging to the smallest chance he might rebuke Danielle, that he might deny this display. But he stood motionless, carved from stone, his eyes locked on Tessa with something far worse than fury - silence.
It was Derrick who mo
