Deviana stood before the glass door of Leviana’s apartment, her breath still heavy after the taxi had dropped her a few blocks away. Yesterday’s rain had left the air chilled, but her fury burned like embers, boiling her blood. She pressed the doorbell, her fingers trembling—not from fear, but from the effort of holding herself back so her voice wouldn’t break once all the words she had bottled up came spilling out.

The door swung open before the bell had fully rung. Leviana stood in the doorway, makeup flawless, hair perfectly styled—like a queen untouched by chaos. Her eyes narrowed at the sight of Deviana. “Oh, Deviana. On a night...