RONAN'S POV
"Ronan, have you checked on Liora lately? With everything she’s been going through, she must be having a tough time," Dad said suddenly, breaking the quiet rhythm of dinner.
"Yes, that’s true," Mum agreed, setting down her fork.
"Uhmm, yes. We spoke earlier today, and she seemed fine," I replied casually, trying to steer the conversation away.
"Seemed?" Dad repeated, his brows arching in surprise.
"It’s like you haven’t taken the time to console her or figure out how to help. The Liora I know wouldn’t act the way she’s been portrayed—posting pictures in compromising situations, under the sheets with some guy. That’s not her at all," he said, his voice laced with disappointment.
His words hit hard, stirring guilt deep inside me. Dad believed in her, but I hadn’t. Shame clawed at me because, truthfully, I hadn’t trusted her actions. I’d let my assumptions guide me instead of understanding her side.