"Tracy, don't beat yourself up. What matters is you're safe. You're my sister - saving you was instinct."
Grace clutched Tracy's wrist with desperate sincerity. Tracy's stomach twisted like a wrung-out towel, emotions too tangled to name.
"You'll be compensated."
Gordon's voice could've frozen hell itself as he dragged Tracy toward the exit without a backward glance.
Alone, Grace's nails bit into the sheets, her jaw locked tight enough to crack teeth. No matter how perfectly she played the selfless heroine - swallowing rage behind a saint's smile - Gordon's attention never stuck. Not when she'd sacrificed her dancing career for his fiancée. Not even during his hollow compensation promise, his gaze still chained to Tracy. The injustice burned: Who's actually injured here? Me or her?
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