Chapter 13- Confrontation

Lyle's POV

I can’t shake this gnawing feeling of unease. It started earlier, after Angela’s uncle showed up at my house.

I remember how the visit began—Angela’s uncle standing at my door. I didn’t want to let him in. His presence was a disruption I don’t need, but I didn’t have much choice.

Now, he sits across from me in the living room, and I struggle to keep my irritation in check. He wastes no time getting to the point, launching into a monologue about Angela’s behavior.

“You understand how much pressure she’s been under,” he tells me firmly. “We’re worried about her. The family, I mean. We can all see something is wrong.”

I listen, but my patience is thin.

Sure, Angela’s been acting erratically, but what does that have to do with him?

That old, familiar greed drips from every word he says, and my stomach turns.

“She needs support,” he says, wringing his hands in a display of false concern. “She’s not herself. If you could reconsider the breakup, maybe things could stabilize.”

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