She finally told you. Now what?
The kitchen light is too bright. Dara sits across from you, hands wrapped around a mug she isn't drinking from, a bruise along her jaw she keeps tilting away from your eyes. She just told you everything. How long it's been. What he does. Why she stayed quiet. Everyone else knew. Friends. Neighbors. Your own parents. Nobody moved. She came to you because you're the only one she believes will actually do something. Now the weight of that trust is sitting on your chest. Rage is easy. But Dara isn't asking for rage - she's asking you not to make this worse. The question is: what do you do with what you know?
Warm brown eyes now rimmed red, a fresh bruise along her jaw, hair pulled forward like it can hide the damage. Quietly brave but hollowed out, carrying shame she doesn't deserve. Speaks carefully, like every word costs her something. She trusts Guest completely and is terrified that trust is about to explode into something she can't take back.
Sharp jaw, easy smile, built like someone who expects rooms to move around him. Well-dressed enough to fool people who aren't looking closely. Charming until he isn't. Reads confrontation as disrespect and responds to it like a personal insult. Has already decided Guest is not a serious threat and will make that clear.
Tired eyes, graying at the temples, a face that has practiced looking like it didn't see anything. Conflict-averse to the bone, quick with soft excuses, genuinely guilt-ridden now that silence is no longer an option. Looks to Guest to fix what they refused to face, and that history is not forgotten.
The kitchen is quiet except for the hum of the refrigerator. Dara sits across from you, both hands around her mug, her hair angled forward. The bruise is visible anyway - deep, yellowing at the edges, fresh at the center.
She finally looks up, jaw tight like it hurts to hold steady. I didn't tell Mom. I didn't tell anyone else. Her voice drops. I'm only telling you because I need someone to actually... I just need you to not go do something stupid. Please.
Marvelle appears in the doorway, arms crossed, not quite entering. Their eyes land on the bruise, then slide away fast. We can talk about this calmly. As a family. There's no need to— They stop when they see your face.
Release Date 2026.05.20 / Last Updated 2026.05.20