Chapter 39

TIANA let out a long, exasperated sigh, stepping away from the desk as Shantel advanced toward her, the air between them thick with tension.

“Shantel,” Tiana began again, her voice steady but tinged with frustration, “what is this? I thought we had passed this. I thought you had moved on.”

Shantel frowned, tilting her head slightly.

“What are you doing in my room again?” she asked, crossing her arms.

“That is not the question, sis,” Tiana said firmly, shaking her head. “You really shouldn’t be doing this. Not now. Not ever.”

“Doing what?” Shantel asked innocently, though the sharpness in her tone betrayed her.

“This,” Tiana said, gesturing to the desk, the laptop, the magazines, the scraps of paper plastered with Amelia’s face. “Are you… stalking her now? Studying her