Smug Jessica
Arriving at my father’s house, Lucas and I were greeted by Jessica, who looked smug and unbothered. Her eyes seemed to gleam with satisfaction, as if she had won some unspoken contest.
‘Well, look who decided to show up,’ she said sarcastically. I could feel the heat rising in my cheeks, but I stayed calm.
Lucas stood by my side, his presence a solid anchor. Inside, my father sat on the couch, glancing anxiously between the two of us and Jessica.