The room seemed to spin as Tara charged at me, her eyes filled with a mix of desperation and fury. Luke reacted swiftly, stepping in between us to shield me. My heart raced, not just from the immediate threat but from the overwhelming realization that my own family had become hostile territory.
“Tara, stop!” My father’s voice boomed, cutting through the tension. He took hold of her arm, pulling her back. I could see the conflict in his eyes—a man torn between his role as a father and the chaos unfolding in front of him.
“Think about what you’re doing,” he pleaded, his voice softer now, almost breaking. But Tara’s face remained defiant, the hurt and jealousy etched into her expression.
