“You’re only three years older,” he murmured.
“Three years is still older,” she said, her tone suddenly playful. “Call me sister.”
I couldn’t take any more.
“Are you done flirting?” I snapped coldly. “If you want to keep playing house, get out of the car.”
Loren's eyes shimmered with sudden tears. “I’m sorry, sister. I was just... thinking about the past. Got emotional.”
I glanced into the rearview mirror.
Arthur was looking at her with such heartache, like he was watching something fragile and beloved.
And then he looked at me—only contempt in his eyes.
Even though I had prepared myself for this betrayal, the pain still cut deep.
Because no matter how hard I worked, how much I gave up, or how much I loved… in the end, everyone always chose Loren.
The lab lights were cold and harsh, casting a sterile glow across the spotless counters. The air was thick with the sharp scent of disinfectant and chemicals.
I kept my head down, reviewing data while expertly prepping the instrument for the re-inspection.
Behind me, a soft giggle broke the silence.
“Brother Arthur, what’s this? It looks so magical...” Loren’s syrupy voice floated through the room.