She stood in the center of it all, her chest heaving. Her hair was wild, sticking to her tear-stained face. She looked at Derek, her eyes wide with a mixture of terror and defiance.
"Yes!" Senna shouted. Her voice cracked, a raw sound of hysteria. "Yes, I am insane! What if I am?"
She took a step toward him, ignoring the charred debris crunching under her slippers.
"Derek," she pleaded, her voice dropping to a desperate whisper. "We have known each other for years. Years! I have been by your side. I have waited for you. Yet... yet you discarded me like trash. You threw me away for her."
She pointed a shaking finger at Marissa, who stood silently by the door, her face an unreadable mask.
Derek looked at Senna. His expression was not angry anymore. It was cold.
"I did not discard you," Derek said. His voice was low, steady, and devoid of warmth. "I gave you dignity. I gave you a home. I gave you a new life. But you misused it. You threw it back in my face."
