Chapter 275 Can't Cope

• Serena POV
• The door creaks open, and Dale’s laugh slices through the quiet like a knife. My chest tightens. Behind him, his father steps in, the weight of his presence making the air suffocating. My breath catches when I see what he’s holding, two guns, gleaming under the dim light. He places them down between Paul and me, a slow smile creeping across his face.
• “Let’s play a game,” he says, his voice smooth, almost amused.