Jessica's POV
The expression in Papa's eyes was something I refused to interpret, something I deliberately chose not to acknowledge.
"Miele." My gaze dropped to find Bonita crawling toward Papa, her breathing labored, her complexion ashen and pitiful as if someone had slipped poison into her drink. "She attacked me. I was only attempting conversation with her. I was following your advice about building bridges between us, but she suddenly... she just..."
Her words dissolved into sobs, her frame trembling as she clutched Papa's leg desperately. I stood frozen, watching this theatrical display. No words formed in my throat, not even the bitter laugh this performance deserved. All I could manage was to stare at the pathetic scene unfolding before me.
"How could you do this, Jessica?"
