Dami’s POV

The silence stretched between us like a taut wire, thin and ready to snap. I kept my eyes on Sophia, standing in front of me, her hands fidgeting on her lap. The air felt heavy, the kind that made every breath sound loud.

“Sophia,” I said, my voice low but sharp. “I will ask again. What do you really want?”

She blinked fast, pretending confusion. “I don’t understand what you mean.”

I leaned forward. “Don’t you dare fake ignorance with me. Not today. I don’t ...