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~Lisa's POV
"I'm sorry," I said, turning slightly to face Belinda, keeping my head down. My voice was soft, barely above a whisper. "It won't happen again."
Belinda scoffed loudly, flipping her hair over her shoulder like she was brushing my apology away. Before I could take another step, Damon's voice snapped through the room.
"What can you even do right?" he barked.
I froze in place.
His words felt like a knife, cutting through the little strength I had left. I couldn't look at him. I couldn't even breathe right. My lips moved without sound for a second before I found the strength to speak again.
"I'm sorry," I repeated, my voice smaller this time. "I'll fix it."
No one answered me. Just silence. Heavy and thick.