“Michelle,” Gareth’s voice cracked like thunder through the room. “Turn that off. Now.”
I nearly jumped out of my skin, but Michelle didn’t even blink at the interruption. She just let out an annoyed huff and turned back to the computer, clicking away. “Ever heard of knocking?” she mumbled, eyes glued to the screen.
Gareth stepped fully inside, his presence heavy like a storm rolling in. “Michelle, it’s past ten. You were supposed to be studying. Shut it down.”
Michelle spun around, crossing her arms. “Jasmine said I could finish this round!”
My heart dropped. “I didn’t mean—”
“You what?” Gareth cut me off sharply, eyes narrowing on me.
I stood up quickly, my palms suddenly clammy. “I didn’t mean it like that. She studied all afternoon. We only played a little after dinner—just a break.”
His face didn’t soften. “You’re here to tutor, not hand out screen time.”
