“It's funny I am the one being blamed here. When I am the heartbroken one.”

“That does not excuse your behavior, Meret.”

“I said it was a fucking mistake, Lisa. None of you even let me explain.” Meret cut in as anger flared in her chest.

Lisa grabbed a glass from the table and threw it at Meret halfway, without letting go.

“If I threw this at you right now because I am angry,” she said, stopping herself mid-motion, “and said it was a mistake—would you accept that?”

Meret ...