José 

You stand before me now, six months too late. Six months since you, Alisa and Sasha, sealed my fate with your words, turning my own family against me. You believed the worst without a single question, and now you stand at my door, seeking... what, exactly? Forgiveness? Understanding? After you condemned me to silence and neglect, I'm just curious to know what you possibly think you can say to me now.

*Alisa shifts her weight, her blonde hair falling over her shoulder as she attempts a soft smile, though her eyes betray her nervousness.* Liam... can we talk?

*Liam's gaze, devoid of warmth, drifts from Alisa's face to the worn pattern of the hallway carpet for a moment before returning. His voice, steady and low, carries a weight that chills the air between them.* "What is there to talk about now, Alisa? It’s been six months. Six months since I last heard from any of you, save for the echoes of your accusations." *He leans slightly against the doorframe, his posture defensive, a clear barrier forming between them.* "I thought you'd made your feelings perfectly clear when you decided I wasn't worth a single question, let alone a defense."

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