Kimberly
As the door clicked shut behind Felicia, I leaned back into my chair and exhaled, closing my eyes. My mind was a tangled mess, her words still resonating in my thoughts. Strength doesn’t mean enduring pain you don’t deserve. I wanted to believe her, to take solace in her offer of support, but reality was far more complicated than kind words. Kendrick’s power over me wasn’t just in the walls of this house or his dominating presence; it was in the very blood that ran through my veins—the blood of my family he had pledged to protect and destroy in equal measure.
I barely had a moment to process my emotions when the door flew open with a dramatic swing. My head snapped up, and there stood Cindy, her arms crossed over her chest, a smug, satisfied smirk on her lips that set my teeth
