CRYSTAL.
“Well?” Dad demanded. “Say something.”
I swallowed.
Tessa let out a soft, fake-sympathetic sigh.
“Oh, Dad, don’t pressure her,” she purred sweetly. “She probably doesn’t even know what’s being said online. The internet is… brutal.” She gave me a pointed glance. “Especially to people who put themselves in compromising positions.”
My Dad heaved a sigh like her words calmed him down.
My mother shifted slightly but didn’t speak. She didn’t even have to. The disappointment radiating off her was loud enough.
“Dad? Mum?” I let out a small, disbelieving laugh. “Is that all you care about?”
My fingers clutched my handbag so tight the leather dug into my palm. At this point, it felt like the only thing keeping me from crumbling to the floor.
My mother didn’t even blink.
