In the dining room, her mug of coffee sat untouched, steam fading into the air as it grew cold. She clutched her phone tightly, her voice sharp yet trembling with emotion.
"Just stay where you are—I'll be right there," she said, her tone a mix of distress and simmering anger. "I'm not going to spare him."
Without another word, she ended the call, grabbed her bag, and hurried out of the house, leaving the cold coffee behind.