Caught off guard, I stumbled back and crashed into the corner of the wall. Pain shot through my back.
Instead of checking on me, Claire crouched down next to Ryan.
“Ryan, are you okay? Did you hurt yourself?”
Ryan clutched his waist, groaning.
“My back… I think he broke my back.”
“Don’t worry, Ryan. I’ll get you to bed.”
She comforted him softly, then turned back to me, her expression ice-cold.
“Ethan, go stay somewhere else for a few days. Wait until Ryan calms down.”
I let out a short, bitter laugh.
“Claire, this is my house.”
My words seemed to ignite her rage.
Her eyes went red as she screamed—
