“So… you understand what I mean now, big brother?”

I heard Audrey’s voice the moment I stepped closer to the table. Cold. Precise. Each word laced with quiet mockery, like she was carefully choosing where to stab.

Terrence didn’t respond right away.

He simply stared at her—silent, unmoving. The kind of silence that carried weight. The kind that felt far more dangerous than shouting.

Jamaica, on the other hand, was playing her part well.

Head lowered, shoulders slightly drawn ...