—Livana—
I had someone follow my sweet sister-in-law and Lore—not because I doubted them, but because affection, when left unguarded, becomes a vulnerability. From the feed, they looked almost ridiculous in their innocence, wearing the same jacket like an unspoken promise stitched between them. Two figures walking too close, too synchronized. A date, whether they admitted it or not.
They were adorable. Disarmingly so.
But tenderness never distracted me from the board.
Our real focus was still the man named Patrick.
There was something about him that lingered too long in my thoughts. The way he painted Alyssa—too passionate, too intimate for someone who claimed to admire from afar merely. Art never lies. It always reveals desire. And when Alyssa brought Lore with her, Patrick's disappointment had been visible, seeping through his polite smile like ink bleeding into paper.
Then came the interrogation.
