“Amara never argued with anyone; she always kept everything bottled up inside.” Ruby hurled a painting at Noel's face.

“How could you make her suffer like this? How dare you?” Ruby continued, her voice breaking. “If it weren't for you, Amara's face would never have ended up like this.” She sank to the ground, clutching her knees, sobbing.

Bronx, standing nearby, gently patted Ruby's shoulder, murmuring, “It's partly my fault too. I should have told Ruby after you mentioned it at the last gathering.”

Ruby immediately looked up, eyes blazing. Bronx gave a brief explanation of the situation.

Ruby grabbed a thick notebook and threw it at Noel, striking his...