Stella nodded slowly, her head bowed slightly, the weight of the afternoon's events heavy upon her shoulders. The casual setting of Flora’s dining area offered little comfort against the lingering sting of Daisha’s words.

"Daisha came to our house and told me that I was being delusional," Stella began, her voice low and measured as she recounted the events that had transpired earlier. She described the scene in detail, painting a vivid picture of Daisha’s aggressive behavior, her cruel ...