"Look at you."
Daire's hands begin to shake, but I don't think she notices.
"You had everything." The voice is calm and void of emotion.
"You had a family." Daire swallows hard at the words. “You had people who loved you." The silence stretches. "You had a sister who would have forgiven you for anything."
I watch as Daire flinches, her eyes closing.
"And you threw it away."
"No," Daire whispers.
The voice ignores her. "You lied and you manipulated."
Her breathing quickens.
"You destroyed lives."
"Stop." Her voice is small.
"You wanted power." The voice is relentless. "You wanted attention."
Daire's eyes fill with tears.
"You wanted everyone to choose you, and in the end, nobody did."
Daire is crying now, her body wracking with sobs.
But the caller doesn't soften, not even in the slightest.
"You are exactly where your choices brought you. You'll be forgotten," the voice says. "That's the part you won't be able to stand."
Daire’s sobs get louder, her body trembling beneath them.
"What happens next is more mercy than you deserve." The line goes dead.
Silence fills the cabin and she looks up at me, tears streaming down her face. "They left me." The words are broken.
I don't answer. Because what is there to say? What goes around comes around, and Daire is finally getting what she’s owed.
"They left me," she repeats.
I pull a syringe from my pocket, her eyes find it immediately. "Lorenzo," she says, her voice shaking.
I take a step toward her.
"Lorenzo, please." I don't stop, her chair scrapes backwards. "I didn't mean for it to go that far." I keep walking, I’m within touching distance of her now. "I never wanted Quinn to die."
She’s a fucking liar.
"Lorenzo." Her voice breaks. "Please." Her hand moves to her heavily pregnant stomach. “Think about my child. Quinn’s niece, they’re innocent in all of this.”
Her pleas mean fucking nothing to me. I don’t care at fucking all. I stop in front of her and grab her arm, she gasps. "No." The needle slides home and her body jerks. "No, no, no?—"
I step back and the drug works quickly. Daire stumbles, her hands hit the table, her eyes are wide and terrified.
"Lorenzo." The fight is already leaving her. "My dad?—"
