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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.
I turned and walked out of the room, my feet moving quickly down the hallway. The tray trembled in my hands with every step. My heart was beating fast, but my face was blank. I had nothing left to give at that moment. I felt like I was fading.
