Lora glanced at Dana, concern etched on her face. "Are you going to be okay?" she asked gently.
Dana nodded, her expression resolute despite the pain still lingering in her eyes. "I'll be fine," she replied, her voice steady.
Lora reluctantly left the room, casting one last worried glance at Dana before closing the door behind her. Dana turned to face Tim, who stumbled slightly as he tried to steady himself.
"Tim, you're drunk," she said, looking at him.
"And whose fault is that?" he shot back, his voice full of bitterness. "You, with your secrets and lies. Fifteen years, Dana! You belonged to someone else for fifteen years."
Before Dana got the chance to say anything else, Tim suddenly shouted, "I don't care! To hell with everyone else. You're my mate, and I'll be damned if I let you
