Chapter 2: The Name on the Phone
Nobody moved.
Marissa's breath came out in a short, sharp sound.
Her eyes were locked on the scissors above her handbag.
"Put those down," she said.
Her voice was still controlled, but something behind it had cracked.
"You don't know what you're doing."
"I know exactly what I'm doing," Sayan said.
Tia stepped forward.
"Sayan, please.
It doesn't matter."
"It does matter." He didn't look at her.
He kept his eyes on Marissa.
"Tell her you're sorry."
Marissa let out a short laugh.
"Sorry?
For what?
She doesn't belong here.
She never did."
The room went very quiet.
Tia's hands were still holding the torn fabric together at her waist.
She looked at Marissa, then at Sayan, and something shifted in her expression.
Not sadness this time.
Something harder.
"Why did you do it?" she asked.
Marissa tilted her chin up.
"Ask him.
Ask him who paid for that dress in the first place."
Sayan's jaw tightened.
Tia turned slowly toward him.
"Sayan?"
He opened his mouth.
Then closed it.
And that was when a phone on the small table lit up with a name neither woman expected to see.
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What Tia found out next changed everything she thought she knew.
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