"You better shut your mouth or I'll sew it shut!" Naomi snarled, tightening her grip on Amara's hair.
"Let go of me, you psycho!" Amara shrieked, clutching her scalp as the pain made her wince.
Lunara's eyes widened at the fury on Naomi's face. She quickly stood up. "Naomi…" she called gently, stepping toward her.
But Naomi didn't stop. Her grip only tightened as Amara's parents rushed in, trying to pry her off.
"She died! She died and all you care about is money?!" Naomi screamed, her voice breaking as tears streamed down her face. "How could you put a price on her life?!"
Amara wrenched herself free with a forceful tug, stumbling back as she smoothed her hair with trembling fingers. "She's gone. What's the point of screaming about it now?" she said flatly, her tone void of guilt. "It's not like any of this will bring her back."
Naomi froze. Her eyes wide and her lips parted, as if struck by something colder than the grave beside them.
