Chapter 32 A Broken Girl

• Theo’s sharp voice shattered the silence. “Hailey!” he bellowed, his tone sharp and commanding, echoing through the house. His voice carried such force that I flinched, my trembling hands instinctively curling into fists.
• I didn’t move, my body too weak to respond, but the name sent a fresh wave of dread washing over me. Hailey. Whatever he had planned next couldn’t be good.
• “Now!” he shouted again, his patience clearly wearing thin. His tone was dripping with anger, each word harsh and unyielding.