Mira looked up, her eyes red and swollen from crying. She hesitated for a moment, as if debating whether to share what was on her mind. Then, in a voice trembling with emotion, she said, “It’s Dave… he… he harassed me, Cassidy. He was drunk, and he… he tried to….” Her voice broke off, and she buried her face in her hands, crying even harder.
Cassidy froze, her mind struggling to process what she had just heard. Dave? Harass Mira? It didn’t make sense. Dave had always been nothing but respectful and professional. But the pain in Mira’s voice, the tears streaming down her face, Cassidy couldn’t just dismiss that. She felt torn between disbelief and the instinct to protect Mira either way.
“Mira,” Cassidy began cautiously, trying to make sense of the situation, “are you sure? I mean, Dave h
