Ayla's POV
Each possibility clawed at me, sharper than the last, yet none offered a clear path forward.
I swallowed, gripping the pen harder, trying to ground myself in something solid, anything. But nothing felt solid. Everything teetered on the edge, ready to tip.
Then her voice came again.
"About yesterday night."
This time the words instantly pulled my head up. heat crawling over my neck, even under the AC, My eyes landed on her almost immediately , but her gaze remained fixed on whatever she was doing on that system of hers. Calm. Controlled. Unreadable.
"What is that, ma'am?" I finally forced out, my voice trembling slightly between curiosity and fear.
Elena didn't answer immediately.
She let the silence stretch, the soft hum of the AC filling the space between us. Then, slowly, she began to speak each word measured, deliberate, as though she were choosing them carefully before allowing them into the room.
"Yesterday night…"
