He stood frozen for a second, his eyes shifting from the broken bulb to me. Then his jaw clenched. “Why the hell are you so stubborn?” he snapped, stepping further inside. “Why did you break the bulb again?”

I tilted my head slightly, forcing myself to remain steady. “I told you,” I said softly. “You didn’t fix it properly.”

“Don’t play games with me,” he muttered, dropping the toolbox on the floor with a thud. “You did this on purpose.”

I shrugged, tracing my ...