I kept my hand steady under the table, my thumb pressed against the phone as it recorded every word.
Jason didn’t notice.
He kept pacing the kitchen, muttering to himself, opening cabinets, slamming them shut. The noise echoed through the house that used to feel warm, safe… alive. Now it felt like a place I had to survive.
“Look at you,” he snapped, turning back toward me. “Just sitting there like you don’t understand anything.”
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