Arianne’s sense of foreboding increased. Whatever happened also involved Jackson as well now?
She bypassed Lilian’s interrogation with some excuses and flitted straight into Tiffany’s room.
The woman in question was not sleeping at all. Instead, she was lying motionless on her bed, silent and still as a cadaver. Her eyes were puffy and unnaturally jutted out, suggesting that she had just recently bawled. Still, few could match in visual impact as the dried, untreated bloody cut on her forehead.
Arianne took in a deep breath before taking her seat next to the bed. “What’s the matter, Tiffie? What happened to your forehead?” she cooed. “Talk to me, Tiffie. You’re scaring me.”
Tiffany sniffled. Afraid that Arianne might go after Tanya, she fibbed. “It’s... I-It’s nothing. I a-accidentally fell and cut myself, that’s all. B-B-Because I saw Tanya Tanya had sex with J-Jackson...! Jesus, Ari, it’s so disgusting, it’s horrible, it’s breaking my heart, it’s filthy and wretched and, It happened last night. Do you know, Ari? When Tanya didn’t come home late at night and none of my calls got through her phone, I thought something terrible had happened to her. So what did I do? I ran to Jackson for help, Ari. I ran to him to help me look for her. And then... And then I saw the aftermath. I saw it with my own eyes, and I’ve never felt so nauseated in my life.”
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