Chapter 112 Samantha

• SAMANTHA
• The silence between Davon and me stretches for days, tight and tense like a string ready to snap. We’ve argued before, but this time feels heavier, like standing at the edge of something deep and dangerous.
• The house hums with quiet energy tonight. Everyone is rushing to prepare for one of the Rancho family’s famous galas. Staff hurry through the halls, balancing trays of polished crystal and silver. The air smells of fresh flowers—roses and lilies arranged so high they almost touch the chandeliers. Everything sparkles, but I feel hollow inside.