"I lied about Razeal trying to rape me… I… I lied about everything that day." Selena's voice barely carried.
The words fell from her mouth in fragments, each one heavier than the last. She couldn't make herself look up. Her gaze stayed fixed on the ground, as if the stone floor might open and swallow her whole. Her fingers twisted together, knuckles pale, shoulders drawn inward like she was bracing for a blow.
She had prepared herself for shouting. For shock. For anger, disgust, disbelief. She had prepared for Nova's face to harden, Even as for Marcella to step forward in outrage as she was here too, for everything to finally come crashing down on her.
But it didn't.
Nothing happened.
Marcella, standing slightly to the side, didn't react the way Selena feared. No sharp intake of breath. No furious denial. She only stilled, her expression tightening just a little, as if she were absorbing something unpleasant but not entirely unexpected.
And Nova… Nova didn't move at all.
