My fist slammed into the doorframe. Pain shot through my knuckles, through my chest.
"Tsk, tsk!" Beckett's hand came up to pinch her cheek.
"Sis, what did I teach you? Be gentle with men. Honestly, I think Marvin's brand of sulky, petty overthinking is pretty rare—you should be grateful for him!"
Serina snorted. "He can't live without making a fuss. If he's not causing drama, he's uncomfortable."
She brushed past me as if I didn't exist, lunging instead for Beckett's side. Her hands darted into his armpits to tickle him.
"And who were you just calling your ‘sis'? Hmm? No manners! Call me Mom!"
Beckett laughed, ducking theatrically, his expression exaggerated.
"Mommy, I want milk~"
Serina smirked and arched her chest forward. "Come on then, son. Mommy will feed you until you're full!"
Their little troupe burst into laughter as they disappeared down the hall together.
I stood there, feeling suffocated, as if the air itself had been sucked out of the room.
Watching them vanish into the elevator, I finally pulled out my phone and dialed.
"Claire, wait for me at the campsite. I'll come find you."
Her reply was short. "Alright."