POV: Olivia

It’s been two weeks since we had that disastrous meeting at home, the one that exploded into violence. Sofia stormed out, screaming threats about getting back at me for exposing her lies and making her look stupid in front of everyone. Her rage hung in the air like smoke, thick and choking. I could still hear her parting shot echoing in my mind: promises of revenge that twisted my gut every night since.

“Don’t get involved yet, Dom,” I told Dominic that evening, as he paced our living room, phone in hand, ready to call the police. “I believe she’ll get tired soon and move on to something...