Sophie's heart raced as she hurried toward the scene unfolding outside Mr. Grant's room.
Sophie had never seen Brenda so furious, and the tension in the air was suffocating.
Brenda's anger was palpable, and James seemed caught in the crossfire. "Brenda," Sophie interjected, her voice trembling, "what's going on?"
Brenda's eyes blazed with indignation. "Sophie," she snapped, "this man, your friend, was trying to break into Dad's room! Can you believe it? He thought he can just waltz in here and ...."
James held up his hands, his expression desperate. "Brenda, it's not what you think. I wasn't breaking in. I was….."
"curious?" Brenda finished for him, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Curious about our Dad's private space? You have no right!"
Sophie glanced at James, silently urging him to explain.
But he seemed at a loss for words, caught between Brenda's fury and the weight of his own secrets.