sea'

hair, his back to the door that held my deceased body. "Don'

door. "She always makes a show of it. Honestly, it's

rated sigh. "I swear, sometimes it feels like she enjoys causi

or her arm. She rubbed a patch of skin, a faint red mark visible

instantly alert, his eyes narrowed wi

. Just a little scratch from... from the struggle to get her phone. She was q

ratch? She dared to lay a hand on you?" His voice was low,

t his sides. "No remorse for the data breach, no respe

he needs to be brought out. She needs to apologize, prope

ough the room. "Mrs. Gable! Go get her. Bring her here. She will apologiz

r, wrung her hands. "Sir, I... I trie

is just another one of her games. Bring her out, Mrs. Gable! Now! And if she

l, defeated nod before turning and shuffling back

still in there, playing games. The delusion is almost comical, if it weren't so tragic. They always

the hallway, her smile too wide, her eyes too bright. She had pressed a small vial into my hand. "It's a new

urrowed. "But my medication is usua

I could react. That's when I had seen it – the faint red marks on her wrist, from where she' d accidentally spilled some of the liquid, a potent allergen, on herself. She was

esisting, securing my phone from my pocket. "Oh, Chelsea, why do you always h

Their unwavering belief in her, their absolute dismissal of me. The pain, once acute, had faded

ashen, her fingers twitching uncontrollably. "Mr. G

n in his eyes. "What do you mean, 'not r

und. No movement. Not even..." Mrs. Gable swallowed har

on't be ridiculous, Mrs. Gable. She's ju

uld she... could she have done something drastic, Corbin? She has always been

ing unsettling. "This is too far, Chelsea!" he roared, standing abruptly. "This childish ga

"I'll go myself! She will apologize. She will acknowledge her be

s futile rage. You're too late, Father. But th