–Livana–
The bickering on the other line was loud and unmistakable. Lore had installed the bug successfully on Trisha's phone, and now Tyrona's voice sliced through the silence—sharp, authoritative, lecturing her about coming home late. Then came the slam of a door, followed by Trisha's muffled sobs.
I rolled my eyes and shifted my gaze to Deanne, who was calmly eating her late-night snacks. She had gained a little weight—Caine had been spoiling her far too well.
"Hey," I said coolly, crossing my arms. "You need to lose a little weight. I thought your doctor told you to lessen sugary foods."
She nodded obediently and pushed the plate away.
"This isn't sugary," she argued, pointing at it.
"Tsk. Whatever, Deanne." I waved her off. "You need to control your food, or it'll be dangerous for you when you give birth."
"Fine, doctor," she mocked with a smirk. "But what's with this little mess with Lore?"
"Oh." I shrugged lightly. "I just need to learn more about how Tyrona operates."
