At that moment she sat upright now, back no longer slouched in helplessness, her eyes burning with a mix of fear and determination. Her fingers gripped the edge of the cushion as she leaned forward, desperation evident in every movement.
"I don't care what it will take," she said through clenched teeth. "I don't care about the risk. I don't care how much it will cost. I'm willing to do everything—everything humanly possible—to make sure this nightmare ends before it rains on us. Because when it does… it won't just be a drizzle. It will be a storm. And it will sweep everything away."
Her friend on the other end of the line didn't flinch. In fact, there was a small, amused smirk forming on her lips as she listened. She had been waiting for this—waiting for this exact moment where desperation overpowered hesitation. When the woman she knew, the quiet wife always lurking in her husband's shadow, would finally snap and be ready to play the game the way it was truly meant to be played.
