[I went only to Switzerland—and this is what you've done behind my back?!]
The words cracked through the line like shattered glass.
Kyle clenched his jaw and shut his eyes tighter, his fingers digging into the edge of the phone as if it were the only thing grounding him. The night air on the veranda was heavy, thick with the scent of damp wood and distant rain. Somewhere to his left, Dashylle stood in the corner, half-hidden by shadow, murmuring into his own phone—busy, alert, unaware that Kyle's world was slowly collapsing.
"What the hell are you talking about, Cassandra?" Kyle snapped, his voice low but sharp, restrained fury vibrating beneath every syllable.
[How dare you tell everyone that we're not a thing?!]
Kyle's eyes flew open. The accusation hit him harder than he expected.
"That's not what I'm talking about," he said through clenched teeth. "I said—what do you mean by that surprise?!"
There was a brief pause on the line. Then—
[HAHAHAHAHA!]
