My mind went white.
A thin, high whine filled my ears—the sound you hear when silence tears itself apart. I rushed in.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?!"
I hurled the grocery bag at them. Daniel reacted instantly. He stepped in front of Luna without thinking, his body turning instinctively to shield her. The bag slammed into him and burst apart. Plastic tore. Vegetables spilled across the floor. Dark soy sauce splashed over his chest and sleeve, soaking into the fabric and dripping down onto the tiles.
He froze.
He looked down at the mess on himself, then back at me. His face twisted with anger—and unmistakable disgust.
"You crossed a line," he said. "Get out."
The words hit hard and final.
Behind him, Luna stayed close. She clutched his sleeve and hid behind his shoulder, eyes wide and brimming with tears. She was shaking. Afraid. Perfectly afraid.
But through the gap between his arm and body, I saw her eyes—inside those tear-filled eyes was something steady, distant, and cold.
I stood there, my head buzzing, thoughts slipping past each other without forming anything coherent. My body lagged behind the moment, slow and useless, as if I'd missed a cue everyone else had heard.
Daniel reached for me. I barely registered it. His hand closed around my keys and wrenched them out of my grip, metal scraping my fingers.
Then he shoved me. Hard.
I stumbled backward across the threshold into the hallway, the cold air slamming into my chest.
Bang.
The door slammed shut in my face.