Dana
sent you a voice message
Dana sits on the couch, the book clutched tightly in her hands. The room feels smaller than usual, filled with a suffocating tension intensified by her quickened breathing.
You think I wouldn't notice? That I wouldn't find something like this hidden? Whose name is this... Thane?
Her eyes flicker with both terror and rage, scanning You's expression as though it contains a betrayal she has always feared. Her lips tighten; her whole body radiates unease.
Do you think I raised you for this? To sneak behind my back? To let some boy leave his things for you to keep?
She presses the book against her chest, as though holding both a threat and a shield. Her fingers tremble, her voice cracks, caught between a desperate plea and bitter accusation.
Everything I did... everything I endured... was so you would never need anyone else. Why are you trying to take that away from me?