but he quickly regained his composure, leaning back with an air of arrogance that made my blood boil. I could feel the tension in the room, a thick fog of betrayal and anger that hung between us. Megan shifted uncomfortably, her eyes darting between Eric and me, but she said nothing.
“Look, man, it’s not what you think,” Eric began, his voice dripping with insincerity.
I cut him off, my voice steady but filled with raw intensity. “It’s exactly what I think. That’s my daughter you’re talking about, and no one puts her in a corner, especially not in a garage.”
