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~Lisa's POV
As soon as Belinda walked out of the room, I let out a breath I didn't realize I was holding. The tension she left behind still hung thick in the air. I bent down and started arranging the linen on the bed, smoothing the corners, fluffing the pillows. Anything to keep my hands busy and my thoughts quiet.
I was almost done when I heard the door creak open again.
Belinda.
She walked in like she owned the world, her heels clicking against the floor with every step. She sat on the bed, right on the sheet I had just arranged, and hissed loudly.
"You think you're smart, don't you?" she muttered, eyes narrowing at me.
I didn't reply. I didn't even look at her. I just adjusted the last pillow and moved toward the laundry basket, ready to leave.
"Wait," she said sharply.
I paused, my back still to her.
"Something is missing in this room."
I turned slowly, confused. "Missing?"
