"I don't know. And I don't want to talk about her." The words came out clipped, a wall thrown up to keep the past at bay.
Silvia leaned forward slightly.
Her tone softened further, almost pleading.
"She's not what you think, Lor. Kiara's... broken, in her own way. She regrets what she did. She is just a foolish girl."
Lor turned slowly, his silhouette sharp against the dim light filtering through the curtains.
His face was unreadable for a moment, before something harder surfaced, tightening the line of his jaw.
"Sad?" His voice carried a dry, bitter edge, almost a laugh but too sharp for humor.
"That's convenient. Regret's a cheap currency when you've already spent someone else's trust."
Silvia didn't reply immediately.
She just watched him, her hands clasped loosely in front of her, fingers laced tightly enough to betray her unease.
