Sumaya's stomach twisted, a deep, aching shame curling in her chest. She dropped her gaze, fixating on a faint scratch on the table as if she could disappear into it, as if looking anywhere but at Olivia might make this moment easier.
"My father," she admitted, the words barely more than a whisper.
The moment they left her lips, the air around them seemed to shift. Olivia went rigid, her entire body locking up as if she'd been struck. Her hands clenched into fists on the table, knuckles turning white, and her blue eyes darkened with barely restrained fury.
"I knew it," she seethed, her voice tight with anger. "That monster—" She pushed up from the booth slightly, like she was ready to storm out of the coffee shop that very second and find him herself.
Sumaya reached for her hand without thinking, gripping Olivia's wrist tightly, but her fingers pressed firm. She couldn't let her best friend do something reckless."Please, Oli," she pleaded, voice unsteady. "Calm down."
