Before Callum could respond, a vice-like grip clamped onto my arm. I spun around to find my stepmother Hannah, her face twisted into a mask of barely controlled fury.
"We're leaving. Now," she hissed, her manicured nails digging into my skin hard enough to leave marks.
"Wait—" I started to protest, but she was already dragging me toward the exit.
Callum stepped forward, concern creasing his forehead. "Excuse me, ma'am, I don't think—"
Hannah whirled on him, her eyes flashing dangerously. "This doesn't concern you, young man. It's best if you stay out of our family affairs."
Callum hesitated, his gaze bouncing between Hannah and me. I could see the internal conflict playing out across his face, torn between wanting to help and respecting boundaries he wasn't sure he should cross.
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