“Go, Adrian!” Rosemary’s voice cracked in the dimly lit apartment. She stood trembling, eyes red from crying, her whole body quivering with emotion.

Adrian lingered in the doorway, his breathing heavy. “Rosemary, please… just hear me out for a moment. I didn’t mean—”

“Didn’t mean what?!” Rosemary cut him off, her voice sharp. She jabbed a finger at her chest. “You saw me humiliated in front of Cassandra! You heard me accuse her of stealing—and what did you do? You doubted me! You think I’m a liar?”

Adrian lowered his gaze for a second, then stepped cautiously inside. “I just… I couldn’t accuse Cassandra without proof. That doesn’t mean I...