Becca
“This is a joke, right?”
Brielle’s voice cuts through the room before anyone even processes she’s there.
I turn.
And there she is.
Standing in the doorway like she just walked into the wrong scene.
Except she didn’t.
She chose this.
Her hair’s messy, makeup smudged like she’s been crying for hours. Her eyes land on Stephen first.
Always him.
“Tell me this isn’t real,” she says, voice shaking.
Stephen exhales slowly, already irritated.
“Not now, Brielle.”
Not now.
I almost laugh.
She flinches like he slapped her.
“No,” she says, stepping inside. “You don’t get to do that. Not today.”
“Go home,” he mutters.
“I don’t have a home anymore!” she snaps.
Silence.
That hits harder than expected.
She laughs, but it’s broken.
“You think people aren’t talking? You think I d
