~Jennie’s~

“You’ve been telling your mother?!”

Reo’s voice cuts through the courtyard like a blunt blade.

Jennie freezes near the stone path. The garden lights behind her glow dim yellow, and her phone is still in her hand. Her face goes pale, and Reo sees it. Sees it all. The shock. The hesitation. The guilt. Or is it just fear?

He walks forward, boots scraping gravel. His shoulders are taut and his fists are already curling.

She doesn't say anything.

“Answer me!” he barks. “You told her about the fan, didn’t you?”

Jennie stares at him like he’s something she can't recognize. Her lips part, her brows furrow, but then...