Chapter 14- Division

Lyle's POV

I stand outside the hospital entrance, gripping my phone in one hand, replaying Fiona’s words in my mind. Her voice, filled with accusations and complaints about Angela, still rings in my ears. My head throbs, and I try to shake off the frustration.

Why can’t the two of them just get along? What was so impossible about some basic respect?

As much as I know I should focus on Fiona’s concerns, my mind keeps drifting back to Angela. It feels natural, almost instinctual, to want to defend her—even against my sister. I can’t explain why.

I run a hand over my face, exhausted. I think about Angela as she was when we first started, back when we weren’t fighting or accusing each other, back when we were… happy.

A specific night comes to mind—a memory of a night at the office that feels a world away from where we are now.

It was late. The building was quiet, the hum of the AC the only sound breaking the silence. I was sitting at my desk, drowning in paperwork, but I couldn’t focus