AUTHOR'S POV
Marina emerged from the bathroom and into the living room just as Lala spoke up. Lala sat on the couch beside her father, her posture rigid, her face tight with guilt and defiance. Alexsey had clearly just given her a stern lecture. "I'm sorry I didn't call for help," Lala said quickly, directing her words toward Marina. "I should've."
Marina opened her mouth to respond, but Lala continued before she could. "But I'm not sorry I defended my sister," she said, lifting her chin. "I will not apologize for that. Wanda had no business attacking Iva in her own home." Marina closed her eyes briefly and sighed, exhaustion sinking into her bones.
"I know," she replied quietly. "But Wanda's pregnant, Lala."
Lala furrowed her brows. "She should have thought about that before fighting.
