"Where are you going?"
Nora's voice cut through the air like a whip.
I froze mid-step.
She didn't even look at me when she said it—and somehow, that made it feel even heavier. Like she didn't need to look. Like she already knew I was trying to escape.
"…It's not over yet," Violet added, still facing forward.
I sighed. Quietly. Deeply. The kind of sigh that comes from a soul craving peace and getting dragged into drama again.
I turned around, defeated, and dragged myself back to where the two of them were standing—where tension practically crackled between them.
Apparently, sainthood was going to have to wait.
Why is it impossible to do anything in peace in this world?
I tried to keep my voice steady, calm—saint-like, maybe. "What is it?"
Nora and Violet glanced at each other. Not with curiosity, but with the kind of fire you see in two boxers just before the bell rings.
Then they turned back to me. Their gazes locked on, sharp and unwavering.
